My Twin Sister Vanished on Our Birthday—Years Later, Her Sweater Revealed a Family Mystery

I could love Laura.

I could miss her.

I could hope that one day she would stand at my door.

But I didn’t have to spend every morning wondering whether that would happen.

If Laura came tomorrow, I would open the door.

I would listen.

I would ask the questions that had waited forty years.

Why didn’t you call?

Did you think about me?

Did you know Mom missed you?

Did you ever want to come home?

There would probably be tears.

There might even be difficult conversations.

But at least they would finally be honest.