My name is Nayeli Cárdenas, and for most of my life people acted as if my twin sister and I had been born from different worlds, even though we shared the same face. yees
Lidia was always the softer one. The one who apologized first, who lowered her eyes to keep the peace, who believed love could survive almost anything if you endured long enough. I was the one they feared. The one who felt everything too hard, too fast, too deeply. When I was angry, it lit up my whole body. When I was afraid, my hands shook as if the fear belonged to someone else living under my skin.By the time I was sixteen, that difference had already decided the course of our lives.
I caught a boy dragging Lidia behind the high school, pulling her by the hair while she cried for him to stop. I don’t remember deciding anything after that. I remember the crack of a chair, the sound of him screaming, the faces that turned toward me in horror. Not toward him. Toward me.
That became the story everyone kept.
