"You broke it first," I said. "You broke everything that was supposed to stay the same."
"She followed the current," I would say. "She went where the river carries what we can't carry ourselves." i raf you big sister is a witch new
"Are you afraid?" she asked.
"Don't tell anyone," she told me now, and that made me think of late-night conversations hidden beneath quilts, of hands warmed by hands, of promises that smelled faintly of rosemary and iron. "You broke it first," I said