Elizabeth Wakefield isn't the caring, sensitive sister she used to be. She tried to be nice. She tried to be sympathetic. But all the sweetness in the world couldn't shake her twins, Jessica, out of her depression. Elizabeth thinks Jessica needs a heavy dose of tough love. But how tough is too tough? Will she push Jessica over the edge... and lose her forever?
Jessica Wakefield has no one left to turn to. Her sorority and college have expelled her. Her twin sister has practically disowned her. Her parents are treating her like she's a helpless child. She wants to end it all... buyt something keeps urging her to hold on. Is she imagining things, or could Nick Fox still be alive?
"Jessica," Elizabeth said softly, gently, "I know you feel really strongly that there's a spirit protecting you."
"Yes!" This was good. Elizabeth was on her side. "He's so real, Liz -there's no way I could be imagining him."
Elizabeth's eyes were moist. "But Jes, maybe... maybe instead of believing he's real, the best thing to do would be to move forward... and accept that Nick's not coming back."
The words were like a steely slap to Jessica's face. She jerked her trembling, ice-cold hands out of her sister's grasp and clenched them into fists.
"How can you say that?" she shrieked. "You, of all people!" Jessica stared furiously into Elizabeth's wide eyes. "I trusted you, Liz. All this time I waited for you to come home because I thought you would believe me! I thought you'd be on my side!"
"Jess, I am on your side," Elizabeth said in a meek, small voice.
"No, you're not!" Jessica rose to her feet, propelled by anguish and rage. She jabbed an accusing finger in her sisters face. "You think I've gone insane, just like everyone else! But I'm not crazy! I'm not!"