But I'm not a story, Rosario wanted to protest. Story implied that somebody else was in control of hers, that her whole life had been plotted out like a novel, one that laughed at all her lists and plans. I'm a person. I'm not a story, I'm a damn human being!
But even without saying it, she could feel the hairline-cracks of doubt spreading, gaping wider.
What did you mean, a little different??
She bit down on her lip, hard, and turned her focus to Elaine's question instead. "I thought he was my brother. Maybe he is, I don't know anymore. And about me, I, I dunno, I'm a med student? Lived in Brooklyn my whole life. I got two sisters... half-sisters, but I didn't know that till the summer. My mom got knocked up at a frat party, she and my dad were dating, and... well, they just told everyone I was his. It was only when she saw Archer, he's this dude in my class, and he looked so much like the guy from the party, she freaked and told me everything."
She clawed a hand through her hair. "The guy who knocked her up, he's supposed to be Archer's dad, that's why we thought Archer was my brother. But I can't find anything on the dad after, like, the early two thousands. Like, he's this big deal and then he hits twenty-five and he vanishes."