My Mom Said I Had To Go Because My Sister Was Moving In. I Took Her Seriously, Found My Own Place, And Let The Silence Do The Rest.

of your junk out of the garage. Ivy needs the space.”

A week later, there was a text from an unfamiliar number. “Hey. It’s Mia. Mom gave me your number.”

I stared at the screen before realizing—Ivy’s oldest. Thirteen. The last time I’d seen her, she’d been missing her front teeth.

“Hi,” I wrote back.

Three dots appeared, disappeared, then appeared again.continue reading …