I wondered if Rosaria would like the mess that was Bronya’s life. It was soap opera-y and seemed like something that would entertain her. The other stories I told of our family drama seemed to capture her attention. She also hadn’t fought me when I pulled her out to watch my sisters interrogate Bronya. Not to mention her own stories of her sister’s antics that she told me.

My jaw set. How many times had I talked to her now? Six? Seven? Christ. I was the worst. I shouldn’t have left for ...