Can’t stop the pounding in my head that urges me to keep going even if it hurts. I have to see. Have to know. I push the door with my hand. It opens slowly. Oh. Oh, my go— The bag of fruits falls out of my hand. Grapes and strawberries roll through the room, scattering like teardrops on the floor. I gasp, terrified by the sight of my sister on top of my boyfriend. I can’t see what body parts are sticking into each other because a blanket is draped over their hips, but I can guess by the way they’re moving that they’re not exactly praying under there. “Yes,” Sasha is bawling. “Drake…” Drake?
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