Leah and Juliette, the youngest girls, had profiles that were quieter, more lived-in. Juliette, the principal, posted about literacy programs and school board fights. Leah, the counselor, shared infographics about grief, teenage burnout, and how to speak when you’re afraid. In every photo, they stood side by side. Still identical. Still connected.
A post from Leah read: “Some kids are raised on love. Some on absence. Both shape us.” Justin closed his eyes for a second. Juliette had pinned a graduation picture with Lucy, captioned: “Every promise she made, she kept.” He flagged Leah with a shaky hand, then closed the screen, Juliette, he didn’t dare. The plane was beginning to descend.