There is nothing special about it.
But sometimes I look at it and remember Sasha taking it from my hands.
“Give me that before you drop it.”
She said it eleven seconds after I watched her kiss my husband.
“It was a joke.”
Thirty people stood there.
Nobody said anything.
And that is the part I think about now.
Not the kiss.
Not the photographs.
Not even the secret phone.
The silence.
Because my sister didn’t suddenly become someone who could betray me.
She had been practicing in front of all of us for years.
Every joke.
Every inappropriate touch.
Every comment about my husband.
Every time somebody laughed instead of telling her to stop.
Every time I convinced myself I was imagining things.
We had all attended the rehearsals.
And when the curtain finally came down, I was the only one still pretending I didn’t know the ending.
There is one thing I learned from that weekend.
