The rest of the week went by in a blur. I think I went to classes? I'm not sure. I was legit giddy, barely able to eat or sleep. You'd think I was anticipating the arrival of Santa Claus, not my baby sis. Any worries I had about letting my secret love slip, they were washed away in a typhoon of adrenaline and hormones.
The night before she was due to arrive, I finally heard from my younger sister. My phone shook with a text.
Jenna: Sorry it's been awhile since I wrote you.
Me: No worries, I'm sure you're busy.
(That's me. Mr. Cool. I haven't been lying around for weeks pining for you, alternately crying out and cursing your name, no sir.)
Me: Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.
Jenna: Me too. We need to talk.
And there they were. The four words I knew my sister would say. Amy to
