Inside the jacket
I died on the night my sister, Natasha, became a legend.
It was the finals of the International Youth Dance Championship. The spotlight was blindingly bright, and everyone in the crowd was screaming her name.
But the person standing in the center of the stage, wearing her costume and dancing her final piece, was me.
My name is Emma.
I am Natasha’s twin sister, born three minutes after her. I was also the shadow hidden behind her spotlight.
Natasha was supposed to be hidden in the dressing room by Mom and Dad, pretending her old injury had flared up, waiting for me to finish the entire…
