The look on my sister's face screamed of exhaustion. Surrender. Her big blue eyes were wet. Like she was about to cry.

"Let's just go home," she said.

"No," I said, "NO! I can fix this. Please let me fix it."

"I'm done," Madison said, "After everything that happened today. I need to be done."

"And what about...?" I gestured at how our bodies were still, impossibly, locked together.

"I don't know," Madison said, "We'll figure it out. But not right now. OK?"

I realized my sister needed me to stand by her. Even if it wasn't the best decision, it was hers. And I had to respect that. It...