HER SISTER (18+) (GXG)

Laughter & Passwords

"She's a past fling?" Arielle questioned back to me, which instantly earned a silent nod of acknowledgment from me.

It didn't even take me a minute to vaguely fill Arielle in.

Along with Damon who seemed to be scrolling through his phone while us girls handled our business.

However, it was clear that he picked up enough when he said, "Yeah, Mili's in deep shit."

"Should we leave?" Arielle suddenly asked, clearly not wanting to overstep.

Automatically I shook my head, "No-no, I'm just going to ask her about it," I assured her.

Mya hummed, "Yeah, ask her about it," she reiterated, clearly knowing me well enough to know that something would go down.

But I was hoping for the opposite of that.

Hoping that the text behind Mili's phone password left me somewhat at peace.

"I really am going to ask her about it," I assured her.

Even if I felt like I wanted to scream and cry at the same time.

Mya sighed, "Just don't start with accusations—even I know my sister good enough to know she wouldn't go for that wanna-be Tumblr girl."

And while her statement made me want to laugh, I couldn't find the energy to.

There were just so many open-ended questions running through my head.

But even I knew Mya was right.

I can't accuse her.

I don't even know the full story.

"Yeah, healthy relationships don't pair well with accusations," Arielle added as she turned around to the cabinets.

And as she grabbed a bottle of wine to hand to Mya to open, I found myself saying, "Pour me a glass."

Arielle silently grabbed an extra wine glass—meanwhile, my best friend was giving me a look of disapproval.

"You need to trust her, Ana," Mya reminded me as she screwed the bottle open.

Arielle pursed her lips, "Yeah, innocent until proven guilty—" she nudged Damon, "—Right babe?"

Damon nodded as he focused on the game on his phone, it seemed like a race car game with the way he was leaning from right to left, "Nah, I don't know—if I saw some ex in your phone, I would feel a type of way."

Mya nodded as she poured the glasses of wine, "And that's valid, but you would trust that Ari wouldn't do that right?" she clarified.

Damon nodded a few times as he leaned back to the left, "No-yeah of course, I'm just saying that Ana can feel a type of way about seeing the text," he said as Mya handed me one of the glasses, "Just take the advice and don't go accusing," he added.

I let out a troubled sigh as I brought the wine glass to my lips, easily taking a long gulp as I wondered what was taking my girlfriend so long.

Especially when a silence settled over us and time seemed to slow one second at a time. 

Have they been texting since the brunch incident?

Was Mili actually at the gallery all day today?

I took another long sip of wine—suddenly feeling my stomach tie in knots at even the idea of her going to see Lana.

She wouldn't do that.

I know she wouldn't do that.

But do I?