A question caught me by surprise-2

Jen and I made every effort to continue on like nothing had happened,
both in private and in public. But something had broken between us and it
became more and more difficult for us to even be in the same room together.
The gang still met on occasion at Vicky and Michelle’s dorm room, but we
went our separate ways more often than not. Vicky and I would go to her
room. Michelle, Ryan, and Nick would hang out in the living room, and
Jennifer eventually just stopped showing up altogether.

We rarely spoke, even when we were at home. Whole days would pass
without either of us uttering a word to one another. I felt like I was
going crazy. I wanted desperately to reach out, to touch her, hold her,
tell her that I loved her and that when I imagined the future, that she was
the only part of it that mattered.

But my sister deserved better than that. Husband, kids, picket fence,
and all that. She deserved better than stolen moments and a life of
constant fear. She deserved better than scorn, shame, and ridicule. She
deserved better than metal bars and an orange suit. So I stayed silent,
hoping that this…obsession would pass and the two of us would figure out
a way to be a normal brother and sister.