Then I heard laughter inside.
A man’s laugh.
And a woman’s.
A very familiar woman’s.
Kara.
My younger sister.
My heart started pounding so hard my fingers tingled.
The bedroom door was almost closed.
I pushed it open.
Time didn’t slow down. That’s the worst part. The world keeps moving while your life shatters.
Kara was leaning against the dresser, hair messy, shirt unbuttoned.
Daniel was scrambling to pull his jeans up.
They stared at me.
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