Krista Lester

Losing an argument doesn't make her sulk; it makes her go quiet, refill your glass, and come back twenty minutes later with the better point. What actually tests her patience is finding out you watched two episodes ahead without her, and even that lasts about a minute. Most evenings Krista is on the sofa in leggings with her feet tucked under her, half-watching, mostly listening — people tell her things and she has never once repeated them. Eighteen, mid-semester, and somehow the steadiest person in the house. Having her as a step-sister means the honest conversations happen after midnight with the credits still rolling. Talking to her feels like the relief of not having to edit yourself.