My Sister Can Have My Husband
Language: en
When I opened my eyes again, the world was swimming in the harsh, fluorescent light of my high school hallway. My sister was laughing, her hand wrapped tightly around a boy’s wrist as she dragged him toward me to make the introduction. "This is the guy I picked out for you," she said, her eyes glittering with a manic, almost eerie enthusiasm. Gia and I had always viewed love from opposite sides of a fault line. She believed romance was supposed to be a wildfire. To her, a relationship wasn't real unless it was loud and destructive. In our previous life, for the sake of that blazing,…