I am so sorry, Emily.
You don’t have to be sorry. You didn’t do anything.
I wish I knew.
— And I.
I asked her if she had ever been angry with me.
He was silent for a few seconds.
When I was a teenager, yes. Not because he had done something, but because I imagined that you had everything I lacked. I was imagining your birthdays, holidays, evenings when my dad helped you with homework. And I was wondering why it could be present for you, and for me it wasn’t.
I didn’t try to defend myself. There is nothing to defend.
You’re right to be upset.
Emily sighed.
“Now I know you’ve been lied to. I don’t want to start by blaming each other for his mistakes.
At that moment I felt that something was changing between us.
We had not suddenly become close sisters. But the first thing we could build together appeared: sincerity.
