"What's going on, Helen? Why won't you tell me anything?"
She whirled around to face me, finally. "Because you're better off not knowing a lot of things, Lana. Everything I do, I do it for us. For your good. It's just been...a fucking mess lately. It's all falling apart."
"Have you...have you been fucking Andrew Stravkos under everyone's noses?" my chest heaved as my voice cracked.
She threw her arms up in the air in exasperation. "There you go again with your suspicions. First, you accused me of fucking Wyatt, and now Andrew too? I'm sorry, sis, but I can't give you a proper answer to that. It's not important, and you know it. We should be focusing instead on helping Wyatt recover!"
Tears stung my eyes. It scared me how much she'd changed. How unwilling she was to tell me the truth. "You've forgotten the promise we made to each other. You've forgotten that we practically don't hide anything from each other, Helly. How — "
