Amber sits up straighter, looking away from me. I search her face desperately, searching for signs of what she’d say or what I should do but her face was unreadable. For five minutes, I wait for her to say something, anything. I’m tearing myself up inside. I loved Chris, yet I pretend to love Edwin. I cheated on my fiancé. I couldn’t believe myself. I hated myself for not having more self control.

Tears are pouring down my face by the time Amber looks back towards me. When she sees me her face softens a bit. “I… I don’t know what to tell you…â€? She looks as troubled as I feel. She leans over and hugs me. “It’ll work out…â€? She says and then stands and goes to her own bed.

“Thanks for not hating me…â€? I say into the darkness.

“I could never hate you. You are my sister for heaven’s sake!â€? She responds. “Goodnight.â€?

“Night…â€? I say, lying back in down. I fall asleep holding onto the necklace from Chris.