I wanted to sever the link. I told myself that she had chosen this. That she was an adult, that free will existed, and that her depravity was a character flaw I was not obligated to accommodate. I changed my phone wallpaper from a photo of us at the beach to a black square. I stopped answering her calls. At dinner, when my mother wept about Clara, I would eat my spaghetti in silence, feeling nothing but a cold, righteous anger.
Stories with this specific premise generally focus on the following psychological and narrative beats: The "Fall" from Grace: my older sister falling into depravity and i link
