If I closed my eyes, I could still see
them—all blonde sunshine, ocean-
blue eyes, and long limbs. The glint
of Lake’s gold bracelet. Pink cotton
candy on Tiffany’s tongue. My
scenery may have changed from
heaven to hell, but some things
never would: my struggle to do right
by both sisters. To let Lake soar. To
liftTiffany up. The sacrifices I made
for them, I made willingly.
A better man would’ve walked away
by now, but I never claimed to be any
good. I only promised myself I’d keep
enough distance. If I’d learned one
thing from my past, it was that love
came in different forms. You could
love passionately, hurt deep, die
young. Or you could provide the kind
of firm, steady support someone else
could lean on.
Lake was everything I wanted, and
nothing I could ever have. I was
nobody before I knew her and a
criminal after. The way to love her
was to let her shine—even if it would
be for somebody else.
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