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Mrs. Harris started crying in the grocery store. Mr. Harris started sleeping on the couch. Marcus stopped eating lunch — not because he wasn’t hungry, but because he said chewing felt like a waste of time when Lena might need him.

I started keeping a notebook. Not a diary — a log. October 3: Lena laughed at a meme. October 17: Lena showered without being asked. November 2: Lena called me by my actual name instead of "you." I wanted proof that small good things still happened. I needed to believe they added up to something. my best friend's ts sister 2

I told her the truth back: "I used to come over because I felt guilty. Now I come over because I miss you when I don’t." Harris started sleeping on the couch

I became a fixture at their house that summer. My own family had issues — a distant father, a mother who drank wine like water — but the Harris household was a different kind of war zone. Mr. Harris worked double shifts. Mrs. Harris tiptoed around Lena like she was defusing a bomb. And Marcus, my loud, loyal, stupid-funny best friend, turned into a ghost’s caretaker. Not a diary — a log

The thumping stopped. Then the door opened a crack. Lena’s eye appeared — red-rimmed, wild, but lucid. She looked at Marcus, then at me.