Chapter 18 - Building Bridges
Their journey wasn’t easy. Thirty years of drastically different lives had left deep psychological scars on both of them.
There were days when Amelia’s lingering resentment flared up, triggered by a casual comment Isabella would make about a summer in Paris or a million-dollar yacht. There were days when Isabella would break down in tears, overwhelmed by the crushing guilt of the privilege she had blindly enjoyed while her sister suffered.
Trust had to be earned, inch by painful inch.
They started with the small things. Amelia taught Isabella how to navigate the subway system. Isabella introduced Amelia to classic literature she had never had the time to read. They spent hours sitting on the floor of Amelia's new, comfortable apartment (which Isabella had insisted on buying, a gift Amelia reluctantly accepted), going through the few mementos they each had of their parents.
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They discovered they both had a severe allergy to strawberries. They both had a habit of biting their lower lip when they were nervous. They both loved the sound of rain against glass.
Memories had to be created from scratch. They went on road trips, singing terribly to the radio. They fought over the thermostat. They were building a sisterhood, brick by brick.
