“Chloe… don’t.”
My father stepped forward.
“That’s enough.”
But Chloe shook her head stubbornly.
“No.”
“I’m tired of living with lies.”
“If there’s really nothing wrong with her, then she should prove it.”
I looked slowly around the crowd. Friends from school, relatives, teachers, neighbors, and complete strangers were all watching, waiting to see what I would do. Twelve years earlier, I had made a promise to protect my sister from a truth she couldn’t remember. Now I understood that keeping that promise meant destroying both of us.
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Without saying a word, I untied the belt around my cover-up.
My mother covered her mouth.
