Chapter 105

But if there’s one thing I’ve learned growing up, it’s that the truth is never that glamorous. It was nothing that reeked with drama and angst, nothing spectacular, nothing out of a Steven Spielberg film. Two women, that’s all, one with child and one who would never be able to bear her own. One who simply saw a way out of a bad situation, the other who would do anything for her sister, anything at all, even if it ripped them asunder. The others caught in the middle, torn between two loyalties and in the end choosing the easiest, choosing Evie’s side simply because Jessie was gone. And Aunt Jessie is right—Evie’s death isn’t going to change that overnight. If anything, it’s managed to solidify the rift dividing this family, because Evie was the one who opened it, only she could have built a bridge to cross over and welcome her sister home.

And she can’t.