A question caught me by surprise-3

“Little late for that, isn’t it?” she said weakly as she started digging
for her cell phone.

“What do you mean?” I asked darkly. Something told me I had more to
fear than the drunken rumor mill.

A familiar scene played out on her screen, cleverly titled, “Twincest
Freakshow.” Fucking smart phones.

“Good thing Mom and Dad still haven’t figured out YouTube yet,” she
smirked mirthlessly as she put the image away.

“You think this is funny?” I demanded.

“No.”

“We have to make this right,” I persisted.

“Why?” Jen asked defensively. “You shouldn’t even be with her.”

“That’s not your decision,” I asserted, although I was confused as to
why I was continuing to defend a relationship I no longer desired.

“So you don’t care what it does to me?” Jennifer asked me, her voice
shaking with a sort of cracked sadness.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said softly, my frustration suddenly
replaced by concern.

“Well, you did. You picked the one way that you could hurt me,” she
started, her voice cracking up, tears pooling in her eyes, “worse than you
could ever understand.” She inhaled deeply, trying to hold back a
threatening sob. “I know you said that we needed to branch out, open up to
other people. And that was ok. It made sense. But when you’re with
her… You stopped talking to me. I never see you, and when I do you’re
with her. It’s like I don’t even exist.”