The room is dark and still. Moonlight cuts a thin line across the floor, just enough to catch the outline of someone standing over your bed. Reva. Your sister. Her breath is slow and careful, like she's afraid even the air might betray her. She holds your shirt in both hands, frozen mid-motion. Something about the way she's looking at you doesn't feel like a sister checking in on a sibling. It feels like something she's been carrying for a very long time.