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Elena stared at the photo. In it, she and her sister, Clara, were eighteen and twenty. They were standing on the sun-drenched porch of their family’s old beach cottage. They were wearing oversized sunglasses, bright, mismatched vintage dresses, and heels they could barely walk in. Elena was sticking her tongue out at the camera, while Clara was laughing mid-sentence, her head thrown back, holding a plastic cup of bright red fruit punch.

The rain drummed a steady, hypnotic rhythm against the glass of the attic window, blurring the world outside into a smear of gray and green. Elena sat on the dusty floorboards, the collar of her oversized sweater pulled up to her chin. In her lap lay a heavy, leather-bound photo album, its spine cracked with age. promiscuous_sisters_094.jpg

Clara laughed, the sound echoing the girl in the photo. "Only if I get to find matching giant sunglasses." Elena stared at the photo