I chewed my lip for a second, then dialed my sister. “So how’s the story?” she asked. “I don’t know how it is, honestly.” “Don’t you have, like, literally a recording of him admitting to it?” “Yeah,” I said. “So—” “I’ve been pushing. I don’t know how much more I can push.” “So you’re going to drop it.” “It’s not that simple. I might have to prioritize other things while I figure this out.” “I know what it’s like to have people stop fighting for you,” she said quietly. And there was a long silence before we said our goodbyes.
