Frightening, because it means no one is saved by their good fortune; a person with every advantage can still choose, at each fork, to become Jessica.

But freeing, too, because it means no one is doomed by their bad fortune either.

Whatever was done to you, whatever family you were handed, whatever wounds you carry, you are still, at every fork, choosing who you become.

My sister and I proved that, together, from the same starting line.

She chose one way.

I chose the other.

And in the end, standing by the ocean with my scars in the sun, I would not trade my hard road and my honest scars for her easy road and her hollow life for anything in this world.

We started the same.