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It read: “Meet me at Mom’s. I have to tell you something about Jake. And I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Jake smiled, kissed her cheek like a brother would, and walked away.

That was six months ago. Now, Lena sat in her car outside the church, watching guests file in. Mia’s wedding day. The white dress, the lilies, the 200 RSVPs—all a beautiful lie held together by Lena’s silence. cheatingsis

The first time Jake kissed her, it was a rain-soaked Tuesday. He’d come over to pick up a casserole dish Mia had left at his place. Lena answered the door in an oversized hoodie, hair a mess. “Mia’s still at work,” she’d said. He lingered. He always lingered. And then his hand was on her cheek, and she didn’t pull away.

On the forum, her post from last night still glowed with new comments. “He says he’ll call it off if I say the word. But she’s my sister. I can’t destroy her. I also can’t stop. What’s wrong with me?” The replies were a wildfire of judgment and unexpected kinship. One user, LostAndFound , had written: “You’re not a villain. You’re an addict. And the drug is feeling chosen over her for once.” It read: “Meet me at Mom’s

Lena thought of the forum. Of LostAndFound . Of the 147 other strangers who had called her a monster, a coward, and—a few of them—a survivor of something she hadn’t named yet.

Inside the church, the organ started. Lena slipped into the back pew just as Mia began her walk down the aisle. Their eyes met for a second—Mia’s full of happy tears, Lena’s full of something else. Guilt. Fear. A sick, thrilling secret. I’m so, so sorry

That hit Lena like a gut punch. Because it was true. Growing up, Mia was the golden girl—valedictorian, effortlessly beautiful, the one their parents introduced first. Lena was just “Mia’s little sister.” Jake was the first person who ever looked at Lena and saw someone more than the shadow. The problem was that he was supposed to marry the sun.