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from New York Times bestselling author Mary H.K. Choi comes a funny and emotional story about two estranged sisters switching places and committing insurance fraud to save one of their lives. Jayne Baek is barely getting by. she shuffles through fashion school, saddled with a deadbeat boyfriend, clout-chasing friends, and a wretched eating disorder that she’s not fully ready to confront. but that’s New York City, right? at least she isn’t in Texas anymore, and is finally living in a city that feels right for her. on the other hand, her sister June is dazzlingly rich with a high-flying finance job and a massive apartment. unlike Jayne, June has never struggled a day in her life. until she’s diagnosed with uterine cancer. suddenly, these estranged sisters who have nothing in common are living together. because sisterly obligations are kind of important when one of you is dying. enjoy ♡
from New York Times bestselling author Mary H.K. Choi comes a funny and emotional story about two estranged sisters switching places and committing insurance fraud to save one of their lives.
Jayne Baek is barely getting by. she shuffles through fashion school, saddled with a deadbeat boyfriend, clout-chasing friends, and a wretched eating disorder that she’s not fully ready to confront. but that’s New York City, right? at least she isn’t in Texas anymore, and is finally living in a city that feels right for her.
on the other hand, her sister June is dazzlingly rich with a high-flying finance job and a massive apartment. unlike Jayne, June has never struggled a day in her life. until she’s diagnosed with uterine cancer.
suddenly, these estranged sisters who have nothing in common are living together. because sisterly obligations are kind of important when one of you is dying.
enjoy ♡
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chapter 1
Depending on where I focus and how much pressure I apply to the back of
my throat, I can just about blot him out. Him being Jeremy. Him who never
shuts up. Him being my ex. He whose arm is clamped around the back of the
café chair that belongs to another girl. She’s startlingly pretty, this one.
Translucent and thin. Achingly so. She has shimmering lavender hair and wideset,
vacant eyes. Her name is Rae and when she o ers her cold, large hand, I
instinctively search her face for any hint of cosmetic surgery. Her lids, her lips,
the tip of her nose. Her boots are Ann Demeulemeester, the ones with hundreds
of yards of lace, and her ragged men’s jacket, Comme.
“I like your boots,” I tell her, needing her to know that I know, and
immediately hating myself for it. I’m so intimidated I could choke. She smiles
with such indulgent kindness I feel worse. She’s not at all threatened by me.
“I got them here,” she tells me in faultless English. I don’t ask her where there
might be.
Jeremy says I’m obsessed with other women. He might be right. Then again,
someone once described Jeremy’s energy to me as human cocaine, and they were
de nitely right.
“Mortifying.” He shudders, blotting his slick mouth with a black cloth
napkin. Jeremy’s the only one eating a full-on meal here at Léon. A lunch of coq
au vin. I draw in a deep breath of caramelized onion. All earthy, singed sugar.
“Can you imagine failing at New York so publicly that you have to ‘move
home’?” He does twitchy little scare quotes around the last bit. He does this
without acknowledging that for him, moving home would be a few stops
upstate on Metro-North, to a town called Tuxedo. A fact he glosses over when
he calls himself a native New Yorker.
I watch Rae, with a small scowl nestled above her nose, purposely apply a
lter on her Instagram Story. It’s her empty espresso cup at an angle. I lean back