My name is Marina. I’m 29 years old. I’m Anya’s older sister — the one who was always held up as an example to her in childhood. Until one day, I simply stopped being noticed as soon as the younger sister was born: bright, loud, irresistible.
Anya always knew how to be the center of attention. Her presence seemed to make the world stop. And me… I was just there. A quiet, unnoticed shadow. Convenient. Too soft to say “no.”
