For months, my sister’s silence echoed louder than any argument we’d ever had. Every unanswered call carried the same fear: that I’d finally pushed away the one person who had saved my life. Amelia wasn’t just my sister—she was the reason I survived childhood at all. When our parents died suddenly, she was barely an adult herself, yet she stepped into a role she never planned for and never escaped. So when I finally stood outside her apartment door on a gray, rain-soaked morning, my hands were shaking. I wasn’t prepared for what I might find—or for how completely it would change what I thought I knew about love, sacrifice, and letting go.