Tatum and Christine had always been more than just sisters; they were best friends. Growing up, they shared everything from secrets and dreams to clothes and makeup. However, as they entered their early twenties, subtle cracks began to form in their seemingly perfect bond.
But obsession is a weed with a bright flower. It grew into everything. Tatum Christine decided she knew better which friendships we should maintain, which museum exhibits were wasteful, which of my recipes were pretentious and which dinners were worth attending. When I suggested limiting our weekends to quiet walks, she catalogued my desire for solitude as a symptom and prescribed company—her company—every Sunday. She would arrive at our doorway earlier than we expected, arms full of bread, eyes full of an unspoken plan. "We should all be together," she'd say, and the words were a borderline I didn't have the will to cross. tatum christine obsessive sister makes you cheat exclusive