The chasm between us grew deeper. I had known coldness in my youth, but I couldn’t fathom the level of my sister’s pain. Would I ever understand her suffering or know that young girl who was left alone with a villain? “I don’t know what to say. ‘Sorry’ will never be enough.”Camille clasped her hands behind her back and faced me again. “In answer to your question, I can’t see how there is anything you can do to make up for what happened. What was done cannot ever be undone.”“But what about a relationship? I want to know you. I would love my Julie to know you. Wouldn’t life be better somehow for both of us if we could have the sisterhood that we were denied? It’s too late to undo the past, but we could make something good, you and me, out of the time we have left.”“You’re so passionate,” Camille said.“I am? I’ve never thought of myself that way.”“Oh, but you are. You’re glowing with it. I forgot what it looked like.” Then she added, “But hate is a kind of passion.”“Yes, it is.”Camille picked up her instrument case.
