The room was so still that I could hear the paper tremble in Harold’s hands. His eyes moved over the lines slowly, his lips tightening, then softening. He looked up at me, then at her, and I knew before he spoke.“It’s positive,” he said quietly.The nurse murmured something and slipped out, leaving us in that unbearable silence. Patricia’s hand covered her mouth, Brian blinked twice as if he hadn’t heard right, and the girl, my so-called twin, began to cry in happiness, I suppose.Harold turned to me first, his fingers still holding the result sheet. “You were right, Pearl. She’s your sister.” His voice was tender, almost relieved, as though he’d been given a blessing instead of a burden, he even looked happy for me, they were happy at a sister I never even wanted.I nodded. What else was there to do?The girl, her name still Pearl, like mine, covered her face, whispering thank you over and over to no one in particular. Harold went to her, the way Harold always did when someone was h
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