A question caught me by surprise-3

Vicky stood there, waiting for me to defend myself, waiting me make an
excuse, come up with a logical reason why when Jennifer kissed me I didn’t
recoil in horror. But Vicky was right. She would always come second to my
sister and that was never going to change.

I ended up beating my Jennifer home. Even though we were both on foot,
I had the advantage of running without heels. Fifteen minutes later, Jen
finally emerged through our front door. Her hair was disheveled and dark
black streaks ran down from her eyes.

“Hey,” I said quietly.

“Hey,” she replied tonelessly.

She took a seat next to me on the couch, tucking her knees into her
chest and wrapping herself into a ball. We sat there in the dark, the room
illuminated only by the muted images on the television. Both of us waited
for the other one to speak.

I broke the silence. “Jen, what the hell?” I asked softly.

“I’m know, I know,” she moaned. “I’m sorry, ok? I don’t know what came
over me.”

“If this gets out, do you know what could happen?” I demanded.