My secret lover
She was shattered, and I knew that, no matter how hard we tried, no conversation could undo what we were about to uncover.
"Alright," she murmured, her voice almost a whisper. And with that simple word, we made our way to my house.
As we walked, the thoughts haunted me. What did this mean? Had our parents lived a secret romance? Were the marriages they built just a façade? And if it was true, was our view of love, which we always believed to be pure and unshakable, completely wrong? Worse still, there was the most terrifying possibility of all: what if we were related?