Everything came crashing down two days later.
Isaac had told me he was going to talk to Elena that evening after she got home from work. I stayed upstairs in my room, heart pounding, pacing back and forth while trying to distract myself with my laptop. The guilt that had been simmering for weeks was now a roaring fire in my chest. I loved my sister. I never wanted to hurt her. But I loved Isaac more. The kind of love that consumed you.
Voices rose from downstairs. At first muffled, then louder. I crept to the top of the stairs, listening.
“You’ve been sleeping with my sister?” Elena’s voice cracked with disbelief and pain. “Joyce? Are you serious right now, Isaac?”
I froze. He had told her. My stomach twisted violently. I forced myself down the stairs just as Isaac’s voice carried up.
