He was more careful than that.

He had simply begun, gently, to characterize me — to give her a frame through which my questions became not concern but jealousy, not protection but control, so that every reasonable thing I asked arrived to her pre-labeled as an attack.

By the time I understood it was happening, it had largely worked.

My sister was looking at me through a stranger’s eyes, and the stranger was the one she trusted.

Chapter 16 — I May Have Overreacted