Greater Love
Rachel
As I entered the living room, insecurity, and nervousness took over me. Seeing Sarah sitting there, seemingly calm, focused on her freshly manicured nails, as if she had no other worries in the world, made my heart race with even more apprehension. The only possibility swirling in my mind was that she would express all her feelings about me and how I didn't deserve people's concern.
With much anguish and insecurity, I uttered what sounded more like a question than a statement.
“Lindsay said you wanted to talk to me…”
Sarah looked at me with the same attention she had been giving her nails. I discreetly analyzed her, realizing I didn't need a prolonged gaze to see that my sister was doing great, and her appearance reflected the well-being she currently enjoyed. Sarah seemed to be above everything else, regardless of anything, which managed to alleviate some of the guilt I felt towards her.
Surprisingly, before she could respond to my question, Sarah stood up on her own, without any assistance. I thought I might be hallucinating due to the weight of guilt over her situation. Nonetheless, I couldn't help but blurt out what I was thinking, prompting Sarah to take a few steps towards me.
“You're walking, sister!” I practically shouted with excitement. Like a crazy person, I repeated those words as tears of joy streamed down my face. As Sarah continued to stay silent, now standing just a step away from me, I felt ashamed for the scene I was making and wiped my face, trying to stop more tears from falling.
“I'm sorry” I apologized, feeling extremely embarrassed. “I am very surprised. I had no idea…”
At that moment, Sarah smiled at me, something truly unbelievable. It wasn't a smirk or irony; there was no cynicism in her gesture, which seemed completely sincere. I immediately returned the smile, even uncertain about what was happening in that room.
“It's normal to be surprised, Rachel," she said in a calm tone of voice, which I had known for years. “I am truly surprised myself for having fully recovered, despite everything.”
Despite myself and everything I put her through, I thought sadly.
“I know it's hard to believe, but I'm very happy to see that you have fully recovered - I said with all the sincerity of my heart. - Even though I know you may not be here for this, I want to apologize for all the things I did wrong to you. For the way, I harmed you in various ways over the years.
Sarah looked at me attentively, but her gaze no longer held the same transparency as before, where it was possible to understand what was going on in her mind. Now, there was only a question mark about what would come next.
“Actually, I am here for that reason as well” Sarah spoke disconcertingly. “I think we need to have a sister-to-sister conversation.”
“I can only thank you for the opportunity to say what I have been wanting to say for months” I quickly seized the chance to express what I was feeling. “I am willing to tell you anything you want to know.”
“There is only one really important thing to ask you first - Sarah said, her eyes fixed on mine. - Do you truly regret the things you've done, Rachel?
“With all my heart," I said without hesitation. “I know how much I've messed up, not just with you, but with many people. And when I asked for your forgiveness a few minutes ago, I was being completely sincere. Believe me, Sarah. My sister's forgiveness is all I desire most at this moment.”
I imagined several responses to my request, except for what happened at that moment.
Sarah threw her arms around my shoulders and pulled me into a tight hug, the kind we had shared so many times over the years like sisters always do. That gesture felt like a balm to my heart, I felt my whole body trembling with the message being conveyed through that hug.
"I believe in you, Rachel," Sarah said, making me feel a liberating relief. "I know you're not the same girl you used to be. And that's what really matters. That you've learned to value people, not just things."
"I missed you so much, sister," I confessed in a tearful tone. "A lot!"
"I missed my twin sister too," Sarah echoed my words. "And I'm so sorry for the loss of your baby, Rachel..."
If tears were already flowing like a waterfall before when Sarah mentioned that delicate subject, the flow tripled. I'm sure that when I stepped away from her, her thin blouse would be wet from my tears. But it was impossible to avoid.
When I felt my shoulder wet, I realized it wasn't just me crying now. I didn't care about this detail, nor did Sarah seem bothered by it, as we hugged and shed our tears together, united by the same suffering.
I don't know how much time had passed when I heard someone clear their throat near us, which made us step away from each other and look in the direction of the noise.
"Sorry for interrupting," Ryan said, his expression a mix of contentment and apprehension. "But I have something very important to say."
I was really curious about what Ryan had to say to Sarah, to the point of coming here to look for her - at least that's what I understood - and by Lindsay's expression, who was right beside him, she already seemed to know what it was about.
"To say to me?" Sarah asked, gesturing towards herself. "Or to Rachel?"
"What I have to say is of interest to both of you," he clarified, surprising me. "And I'll tell you now that you're not going to like finding out."
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