Tess froze at that reaction, at her sister crumbling completely. Sage, who had been so adept at keeping herself busy, who had done so well to be so steady through it all; Sage who always seemed so matter-of-fact – was crying.
“Sage,” Tess intoned in horror, reaching out a hand across as if to squeeze her shoulder, though she was half-worried that outright sympathy might make her sister crack apart more. “What is it?” she said, urgent and anxious and sorry if it was something she had done; “What’s wrong? You’ve – been doing so well. You’ve been so brave.” Shit. Shit, Sage wasn’t coping as well as she’d thought.
“Sage,” Tess intoned in horror, reaching out a hand across as if to squeeze her shoulder, though she was half-worried that outright sympathy might make her sister crack apart more. “What is it?” she said, urgent and anxious and sorry if it was something she had done; “What’s wrong? You’ve – been doing so well. You’ve been so brave.” Shit. Shit, Sage wasn’t coping as well as she’d thought.
