Then the kidney. My mother called six weeks ago. I told her I needed time. She called again three days later. I did not pick up. She left a voicemail in which she cried and begged me. She said, "Honey, please. Your sister is dying. This is not the time to hold on to an old fight." I deleted the voicemail. My aunt Priscilla — the only member of our family who has ever stood up for me against Harper — called me the next day. Priscilla did not beg. She said, "I want to hear you say out loud what you're thinking. I'm not going to try to convince you. I just want you to say it to another person before you decide." So I said it. I said: "Four years ago Harper told me in front of our entire family that I was never her sister. She has never apologized. She has never acted as if I have standing to be her sister. And now, because she is sick, the family is asking me to give her my body. And I do not believe I have to." Priscilla was quiet for a long time. Then she said, "I think that's fair. I think you need to say it to your mother too."