The Countdown to My Sister's Miracle

Everyone in my family was born with an ability: we could see a number floating above other people's heads. It showed exactly how many times we had left to see them.

The number above my sister Chloe's head had always been terrifyingly small.

Chloe was adopted, brought into our family as an infant before I was born. But everyone knew she was supposed to die on Thanksgiving this year.

Because of that, the entire family treated her like fragile glass. Every time they saw her, they gave her the absolute best of everything.