My sister.
There’s something uniquely disorienting about recognizing a voice in a place it doesn’t belong. My brain tried to make sense of it before my eyes confirmed it. But then I saw them—too close, too comfortable, standing in a space that was supposed to be mine.
Daniel turned first, his face draining of color. “Grace—you’re home early—”
Esther didn’t move back.
That detail stayed with me more than anything else. She didn’t flinch, didn’t step away like someone caught in something wrong. It was as if I had interrupted something already justified in her mind.
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