Taking a deep breath, I turn back to my sister, process what she just said, and try to find the patience to deal with her.
She just implied that I didn’t put in the effort to speak to her the day after we fought, whensheignoredme.
“Well, that is very kind of you,” I lie, wanting nothing else but for her to leave. “You’ve never visited me before.”
My phone stays silent and it doesn’t light up with a text back.
Oh my God, I think I’m going to be sick. I’m in deep, deep shit if he doesn’t see my message in time.
“Are you not listening to me?” My head snaps to Ana, who’s looking at me skeptically. “Why do you keep staring at the door? Wait, are you expecting someone? Is it a boy? Also, where’s Emma? I haven’t seen her in ages.” She stands up to peek inside Em’s open door, not caring or waiting for my response as to where she might be.
Not only do I feel like my chest is about to explode, but I’m also pissed and hurt that my sister came without so much as a simple apology. Anger, guilt, worry, and sadness wash over me like a tidal wave, and I’m frozen, not knowing how to resolve all of this.
Then there’s the knock. This can’t be happening.
Ana whips her head and smiles. “Is that the mystery guest?”
I’m going to pass out. She wasn’t supposed to find out this way.
“Look at you, so nervous.” She lays a hand on my shoulder, and I flinch at her touch. “Relax, it’s just me, I’ll get it.”
“No!” Before I can stop her, she’s across the room in three seconds flat. The door slams wide open, and there, after two and a half years, she’s staring into the eyes of her ex-boyfriend. The first boy to ever break her heart and the only one she’s ever loved. And I’m the one who brought him here.
Cameron’s face blanches in horror until it’s masked by pure, unforgiving anger.
What the hell was that reaction?
Chapter Forty
KAMILA
Cameron and Ana have been standing perfectly still, staring at each other for over a minute now. Meanwhile, I’m in the middle of my living room, feeling…I don’t know what this feeling is, actually. A combination of nausea, tachycardia, and trepidation.
After swallowing my bile for the third time in a row, my hoarse voice finally decides to work.
“Ana, I can explain.”
“You don’t have to explain anything to her,” Cameron says, not taking his stare off my sister.
What?
“No, Cameron, of course she deserves an explanation. She's my sister.”
Ana’s body starts visibly shaking as she slowly turns to me.
Good God, I made her cry.
“What did you do?” She meets my eyes, and what I see in them is not what I expected. I pictured sadness, tears, betrayal, anything but hatred, disgust, and unadulterated rage.
She’s shaking from anger, not crying. It’s worse, much, much worse.
My twin walks over to me slowly, Cameron following a footbehind, observing her closely. My stare travels back and forth between them, and before I know it, Ana throws herself in my direction. I put my arms up in self-defense, and after a couple of seconds, when I feel nothing, I open my eyes. Cam has his arms around Ana’s waist, who’s now squirming, trying to get out of his hold.
“What did you do, Kamila?!” she yells.
A tear glides down my cheek. “I’m sorry,” I say weakly. “I was going to tell you everything over winter break, I swear.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself to her, Kamila,” Cam says again while trying to restrain Ana.
