Review:

Yes, I am on a JeTi streak (aka the best kind of streak). This fic is post-Sicagate, a genre also known as Very Painful Angst. I should make that acronym into a thing: VPA. Tiffany sees Jessica a year after 9/30. How much - or how little - has changed over the course of one year? We shall see. And we shall cry.

Excerpt:

She’d wanted to say so much, but it’s too much. It’s too much seeing Jessica again, and I’ve gone through enough, Tiffany thinks. She’s spent too many nights with a tear-stained pillowcase to feel this overwhelming ache again. Over the months, the pain had dulled down to something miniscule, barely noticeable -- but by being in the same room as Jessica, alone and with no fight in her (and hadn’t she thought the worst things, though? Hadn’t she planned to say them all if given the chance?), it’s like all her acceptance over the situation has long taken flight.

Tiffany thinks fleetingly over her brother, how his voice had carried low and weary over the phone once, his If a broken bone doesn’t heal the right way, a doctor has to break it all over again to fix it. You know that, right? It’s the same thing, she realizes, with a broken heart.