folded Laura’s sweater.
For forty years, her absence had shaped my life.
Dad had made one terrible decision.
Laura had made many more afterward.
And somehow, I had spent decades paying the price for both of them.
Not anymore.
If my sister came to me, I would listen to what she had to say.
And if she never came?
I would still get up tomorrow morning and continue living.
For the first time since 1986, that finally felt like enough