POV: Sofia

I have always been the smarter one, I know that. This is not cruelty speaking. It is not jealousy, whatever anyone has decided to call it, whatever label the people who have never understood me have chosen to apply to the simple fact of my perception. It is observation. I have watched Olivia move through the world for our entire lives and I have watched the way the world receives her, with open arms, with easy warmth, with the particular generosity that people reserve for those who ask for things gently and never seem to want too much, and I have understood something that Olivia has never understood...