Dara opened the fridge and stood in front of it. As silly as it sounded, she found it remarkable. All the bright light. All the food, just waiting there. It was packed so full that she didn’t know where to start. While she stood there in awe of the Frigidaire, her younger sister slunk in behind her. “Lose something?” Lia asked snidely. Plucking a box of leftover fried chicken from a shelf, Dara finally closed the doors. “I missed you, too.” Lia rolled her eyes, texting away on her phone. It ticked like a bomb, little bloops punctuating finished thoughts. Without ever raising her head, she managed to sneer at Dara at the same time. “I don’t know what makes you so special. If I ran away with some guy, I’d be grounded for life.” That was Lia’s gift, making everything sound shadier than it was. Dara wasn’t sure when her little sister had turned all goth bitter. It wasn’t an overnight thing. But now she was full-blown in black eyeliner and combat boots. Dara figured she had two choices.
