Ari

I have an identical twin sister, Kimberly. Growing up, we were inseparable, though we always had our differences—one small but distinct detail was that Kimberly had a reddish tint in her hair, while mine was a darker brown. That difference was subtle but enough for close friends and family to tell us apart.

Our relationship started to fray in early adulthood. I vividly remember one Christmas when I was 21: I caught Kimberly sneaking my presents into a trash bag, and when I told our parents,