The Twin Who Jumped Free

Summary

A boardwalk psychic once told my mother that my twin sister had a fragile, aristocratic spirit—a piece of spun glass that would shatter under the slightest brush of misfortune. I, on the other hand, was cast iron. Coarse, unbreakable, and born under a stubborn star. My mother took this to heart: my sole purpose on this earth was to serve as Natalie’s lightning rod, catching every strike meant for her.

For as long as I can remember, I took her medicine.

Natalie couldn't stand anything bitter. Whenever she ran a fever, she would throw screaming tantrums at the sight of the plastic measuring…