“Mia died, Lexi. I’m sorry.”
Died.
Gone.
Lexi couldn’t seem to comprehend the words. How could it be? She felt Mia beside her, leaning close, whispering, don’t let me be alone. I might do something stupid. It had been a moment ago, a second. Can I sit with you? “No,” she whispered. “Don’t say that…”
Eva shook her head, and there it was, wrapped in the silence like some sleeping snake that had just been poked. The truth lashed out.
The car. The crash. Dead.
No. No.
“That can’t be true,” Lexi whispered. Mia was part of her; how could only one of them survive? “I’d feel it, wouldn’t I? It can’t be true.”
“I’m sorry.”
Lexi slumped back. She glanced over at the door and expected to see Mia there, dressed in some weird getup, her arms crossed, her hair braided unevenly, smiling that smile of hers and saying, hola amiga, what should we do?
Then she sat up. “Zach?”
“I don’t know,” Eva said. “He was burned. That’s all I know.”
Burned.
“Oh my God,” she said. “I don’t remember any fire.”
Burned.
“Tell me what happened,” Eva asked gently, holding Lexi’s hand.
Lexi lay back, feeling as if her soul had been scooped out of her body with a ragged blade. If she could have willed herself into nonexistence, she would have. Please God, let him be okay. How could she live otherwise?
How could she live without Mia?
*
Jude stood beside the gurney, holding Mia’s hand. She knew there was commotion going on all around her: people coming and going, the team members talking about “the harvest” as if Jude were deaf. There was a boy that desperately needed Mia’s strong, loving heart, only a year younger than her daughter, and another boy who dreamed of playing baseball … a mother of four who was dying of kidney failure and just wanted to be strong enough to walk to school with her children. The stories were heartbreaking and should have comforted Jude. She’d always cared about things like that. But not now.
Let Miles find peace in these donations. She did not. Neither did they upset or offend her. She just didn’t care.
There was nothing inside of her but pain; she kept it trapped inside, behind pursed lips. God help her if she started screaming.
At her back, she heard a door open and she knew who it was. Miles had brought Zach to say good-bye to his twin sister. The door closed quietly behind them.
It was the four of them now, just the family. All those doctors and specialists were outside, waiting.
“Something’s wrong with Mia,” Zach said. “I can’t feel her.”
Miles went pale at that. “Yeah,” he said. “Mia … didn’t survive, Zach,” Miles said at last.
Jude knew she should go to her son, be there for him, but she couldn’t make herself let go of Mia’s hand, couldn’t move. If she let go, Mia would be gone, and the idea of that loss was overwhelming, so she held it away.
“She d-died?” Zach said.
“They did everything they could. Her injuries were too extensive.”
Zach started ripping the bandages off his eyes. “I need to see her—”
Miles pulled their son into an embrace. “Don’t do that,” he said, and by the end of his breath, they were both crying. “She’s right here. We knew you’d want to say good-bye.” He led their burned, bandaged son to the gurney, where his sister lay strapped down, her body covered in white and kept alive by wheeled machines.
Zach felt for his sister’s hand and held it. As always, they came together like puzzle pieces. He bowed forward, let his bandaged head rest on his sister’s chest. He whispered the nickname from their babyhood, “Me-my…，” and said something Jude didn’t understand; probably it was a word from long ago, forgotten until now, a word from the twin language that was theirs alone. It had always been Zach chattering back then, talking for his sister … and it was that way again.
Behind them, someone knocked on the door.
Miles took his son by the shoulders, eased him back from the gurney. “They have to take her now, son.”
“Don’t put her in the dark,” Zach said in a hoarse voice. “I’m not really the one who was afraid. It was her.” His voice cracked. “She didn’t want anyone to know.”
At that little reminder of who they were, who they’d been—the twins—Jude felt the last tiny bit of courage crumble away.