The Forever Trap

I'm not an idiot.
Well... not a complete one.
My twin sister, Tate, and my best friend, Drew, like to pretend "time and distance" are why they drifted apart after high school.
Cute.
Wrong.
We've been best friends since we were ten. You don't just drift after surviving puberty, prom, and parents together. Something happened. And instead of dealing with it, they built a polite little wall of silence and called it normal.
Unlike most older, overprotective brothers (yes, older by three minutes still counts), I'm rooting for them. Because Drew and Tate? They've had the kind of love story people write songs about. And now they're wasting it.
So... yeah. I meddled.
Did I tell Drew that Tate might have a drinking problem and a stalker ex?
Did I tell Tate that Drew's barely holding his dad's business together and spiraling?
Yes.
Will they be mad? Probably.
Do I care? Not even a little.

If they won't burn the past down themselves, I'll happily light the match.