Exposed Secrets

[meet_thunder]

Emails have been checked and responded to.  She talked to her boys on Skype for a few minutes.   Then she checked the various message boards and communities she belongs to.

"It's bad enough that she's dying and now this...They couldn't even wait until she's dead..."

She reads the words again and again and again.  Her heart is in her throat; she

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[dc_knight]

He's still aching from last night. As broken as he is from the conversation with Jenny, he's been dealing with her moods and her choices for the past three years. Heather lost her sister last night and there's no doubt in his mind that Jenny knew she was there

[meet_thunder]

The words hit her like a punch to the chest and she just stands there, unable to breathe. "Why am I the last to know?" she asks, her words struggling to get out around the tears. She doesn't wait for an answer before asking, "How long does she have?" She feels betrayed by the two people she cares most about, but she also feels dirty. If she had known this even a few days ago, she would have made a different choice. She wouldn't have lost her sister last night.

There's an overwhelming urge to leave him standing there in his towel and get on a plane to DC. To fix the wrongs before it's too late. She hopes it isn't already too late. And as she thinks about the conversation last night, about everything he said, she suddenly feels angry. Because he knew and he still said what he said. She tilts her head and says, "You knew," as if he'd just told her he'd robbed a bank.

[dc_knight]

"If it's any consolation, I felt the same way when she finally told me." He wants to touch her but knows she'll hit him if he does. So he moves past her, refusing to have this conversation while he stands there in a towel. Quickly, he pulls on his boxers and the jeans from last night and shrugs into a white undershirt

[meet_thunder]

Unlike Jen, Heather's temper runs hot and she's not above shouting at him. But it's more out of fear than actual anger. All of a sudden, she feels like she's drowning. Throwing her hands up, she yells, "I tried! He wouldn't tell me shit!" she drops her hands to her sides, "And after last night, Hell will freeze over before she even tells me what time it is!"

She can't be there anymore. She has to do something, anything, so she starts moving through the room, hunting for her boots almost frantically. She pulls one on without sitting, leaning one hand on the dresser the TV is sitting on. "This isn't worth it. Not anymore," she mumbles, trying to keep her balance as she pulls on the other boot, "She's the only sister I have, Jethro, and I can't..." The words die on her lips and sit drops onto the end of the bed. Heather is the kind of person who would willingly fall on her sword if it meant those closest to her could be happy.