She walked down the hall to Lena’s room. The door was ajar. Lena was sitting on the bed, knees pulled to her chest, which was now a very long way up. Mira didn’t say a word. She just climbed onto the bed, sat down, and leaned her head against Lena’s shoulder.
The breaking point came two weeks later. Mira’s old prom dress—a deep emerald satin she had saved for a formal in college—hung in the shared closet. Lena asked to borrow it. “It’ll be too short on me,” Lena said, “but I can wear it as a tunic with leggings.” tall younger sister story
“What happened to you?” Mira asked, her voice cracking. She walked down the hall to Lena’s room
Lena let out a wet laugh. “I remember. You smelled like strawberry shampoo.” Mira didn’t say a word
“Probably.”