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around the restaurant at that second. She pulled up right behind me and rolled down the window. “You still need a ride home?” She lifted her eyebrows and I closed my eyes in embarrassment.
    “Yeah I do. It’s kind of hard to get any action looking like this.” I only meant it as sarcasm but she flinched anyway. I immediately felt bad. “Shit. Let’s just go.”
    I looked back at Tate but he had a shocked expression on his face. “There are two of you?” he said and it seemed like he hadn’t meant to say that.
    I nodded. “Identical since the day we were born.” I bite my lip, which hurt, and held my hand out to him. “Thanks for this weird ass talk. I’ll see ya later.”
    He looked down at my hand and grinned. “Until next time.” He didn’t shake my hand though. He turned around and walked away, getting into a Silverado pickup parked a few spaces over.
    When I finally got into Sarah’s car, she wouldn’t let up with the questions but I ignored her. The only thing I could concentrate on was one of his last remarks. There are two of you? To this day I don’t know what he meant by that.

 
    Three
     
    Farah
     
    She’s here again.
    My dead sister.
    Sarah walks the halls of her house like she’s still alive. It’s so fucking creepy. I don’t know how to react to any of this. I follow her with my eyes because there’s no one paying attention to me right now. She looks different here than she did at the hospital. She’s wearing her favorite jeans and her pink V-neck long sleeve shirt. Max loves that outfit on her. He usually looks at her with so much heat while she’s wearing it. He’s not now because he can’t see her.
    I’m starting to think I’m more on the crazy side rather than this being my sister’s actual ghost. Blake is here and he’s a kid. I thought kids could see things we couldn’t but he doesn’t look up at his mother when she squats next to him.
    I didn’t know a three year old could be sad. I thought they ran on two emotions. Happy and angry. His tiny little shoulders are lowered and his eyes are red rimmed. It hurts so fucking much to look at him. But I can’t look away as Sarah reaches out and smoothes the hair out of his face. Of course his hair doesn’t move because Sarah isn’t real.
    Fuck, I’m so crazy.
    We left the hospital a couple of hours ago. There simply wasn’t a need to be there anymore. Sarah wasn’t going to walk out of there. No, she’s leaving in a funeral home van. Along with my infant niece, who I never got to hold. Who Sarah never got to hold.
    My eyes dried up a long time ago. I simply have no tears left to give. I’m probably dehydrated after all the liquid that came out of my eyes. Max has stopped leaking as well. That was surreal to see. I thought my brother-in-law couldn’t even cry.
    He didn’t when Sarah walked down the aisle, I know, because I was watching him.
    Though he did when Blake was born; I know, I was there in the room when they told Max that Sarah and Blake would be fine. I’ll give him that one. Blake was a miracle.
    Death must have that affect on even the hardest men. You lose the one you love the most and it’s okay to cry. Pops was the same way. Never cried a day in his adult life except when Gran died. Bawled like a fucking baby. But then again, everyone bawled like a baby when she died.
    I close my eyes, blocking out those thoughts of my Gran. I loved her; everyone loved her. But her death wasn’t a good time in my life.
    My mother moves off the couch where she’s been sobbing into my father’s arms. I can’t imagine what it’s like to lose a child. That has to be worse than losing your spouse.
    She stands up and moves past me, never even looking in my direction. That’s been a thing for a long, long time. I think she likes to think I don’t even exist. It would probably be easier that way, if I didn’t exist.
    Max’s jaw clenches, I see it out of the corner of my eye because I’m keeping a close eye on him.