Some life-changing moments crash into you like a wave. Mine didn’t.
Mine arrived on an ordinary night, in the shape of my sister standing in my hallway with a suitcase and a look that said she had already made her decision.
“I can’t do this anymore.”
That was all she gave me at first. No apology. No warning. Not even a hello.
Lila’s face was tight and irritated, like she’d been carrying a heavy bag for too long and had decided she was done holding it. One hand gripped a
