K.
She slowly lifted up her arms and wrapped them around his waist, her front on his back.
"Just talk to me, baby," she whispered, kissing the back of his shoulder. "Do you have a sister? You can-"
"No, K. I don't have a sister. She's dead." His scathing reply, ultimately stopping K.
She was so shell-shocked, hearing it from him. She wasn't even sure if she heard it right. Jesse said it all too quick and abrupt. "She's dead?"
"Yes," he confirmed, his face void of any expression. "So please, stop." He implored.