By Jessica-Ken:
“Helga, wait up. Wait up, Helga. Helga…!”
I remember vividly when my sister fled. It was on that night the last straw broke the camel’s back. I was heartbroken when she found out that I was sleeping with her husband. It was disheartening, watching her flee. She had screamed her guts out and slammed the door in our faces. I couldn’t run after her, knowing I’d committed a grave crime. Mac, her man, was full of her greed. He wanted both of us and had taken me to bed. Our affairs started years before my sister found out. Five years, if we were counting. I was ashamed and wished I had never done something like that. Oh, why me?
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