“You always seemed like you knew exactly who you were.” She said and I looked away.
“I didn’t.” I said.
“I know that now.” She said and Charlotte wiped beneath her eye.
“But when we were younger, I didn’t understand that.” She said as she looked toward the grave.
“I thought if I could be better than you, then Dad would finally see me.” She admitted and my throat tightened.
“So you tried to beat me at everything.” I said.
“Yes.” She said.
“Even when I didn’t know we were competing.” I said.
“That made it worse.” She said as I stared at her.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you weren’t even trying.” She said and she laughed through a tear.
“I was fighting a battle that only existed in my head.” She added as I reached for her hand and Charlotte looked down at our hands.
“I made terrible c
