Amy

We were more like conjoined twins who’d never been separated at birth. Now it was as if part of my body had been suddenly chopped off. I was an amputee, and like any amputee, I was left with the excruciating phantom pain of being tortured by my lost limb. Every person who’d lost a body part still felt the burning, throbbing ache as if it was still there, and the empty void of Emily would never leave me. Unlike some who learned to live with the phantom pain, I never would.