For the first time in my life, Tiffany couldn’t end an argument by calling me dramatic.

She had to sit with the truth of what she’d done.

I wanted to ask if she’d imagined me lying in the ditch.

I decided I didn’t want the answer.

“I’m not ready to be your sister the way I was before,” I said.

She nodded, crying harder.

After she left, Colleen asked whether I regretted meeting her.

“No,” I said.