The next couple of days proved I’d completely fallen in his world. My twin clung to him like glue. He couldn’t go five steps without her pulling him back.
At dinner, she pouted like a spoiled kid, nudging his arm. “Fredrinn, feed me the shrimp. You know it tastes better when you do it.”
I pushed my food around, quiet. He picked up the shrimp, fed her. She leaned into him, smiling like I wasn’t even there.
On the couch later, she curled up against his chest while a movie played. “Hold me tighter. I hate the loud parts.”
He just tightened his arms around her. No hesitation. Not a second for me.
Every time I walked by, she’d tilt her head at me, all sweet and fake. “Lesley, you promised, right? You don’t mind if we’re close?”
I forced a tiny smile. “Not at all.”
That became my answer for everything. I wasn’t even sure if I was lying or telling the truth anymore.
The truth was my body was falling apart.
She was supposed to be my bone marrow donor. My own blood. The one person who could save me. But she dangled it like a trophy, a game I was always losing.
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That evening I looked in the mirror. Pale. Weak. I might not even have the strength to stand soon. That’s when I made a decision.