To them, I was not wreckage to be respected.

I was simply something already discarded, already in the past, already gone, while I was still, in every way that mattered, standing right there.

Chapter 4 — Your Sister Deserves to Be Happy

Then my parents started calling.

And instead of being furious with my sister — instead of standing with the daughter who had been betrayed — my mother, Wendy, told me that I needed to accept the situation.

“Your sister deserves to be happy too, Jessi.”