I gave myself a quick shower the second we arrived home. By the time I'm done and stepping into the living room with a towel on my head, Jia's on the floor shoving her nose with books scattered everywhere on the coffee table. It's weird seeing her this way given that I'm used to her being loud and rebellious and all. But then I keep reminding myself that this Jia, who's studios, smart and kind, isn't my sister despite their faces being the same. The same way I'm not Lottie even if it's my own face in the mirror. I'm just in a body that looks like mine, but isn't mine.
"We just arrived. Take a break." Never in my life would I think I'd be saying this words to her. When I slam the book close and drag it up to my side, Jia follows it like a snake hypnotized by a flute. She puckers her lips i
