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“Mi—Nayomi, I never told you because it all happened so fast. You were dealing with everything, and it just… I thought it would be better to put it all behind us.”
“Will you shut the fuck up?”
“Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Time out.”
Finally, one of the listening Stones reveals herself. Lydia slides the door open and steps inside with hands in the air like a referee.
“Lydia,” Nayomi warns.
“I said time out. Let’s take a deep breath.” Lydia inhales slowly.
Avryl unconsciously follows her lead, but Nayomi rolls her eyes and throws her head back. “Can you fuck off with that take a deep breath shit? Your sister just accused my dead husband of trying to rape her. I cannot. Take a deep breath,” Nayomi mocks. Her hand goes to her stomach, and she hunches over to take a seat. A seat at the table with the letter openers, Avryl notes.
“Well, did you read it?” she asks. “You read my letters; you must have seen something. How about where I told him about the dreams I was having?”
If she wanted Nayomi to leave, those words did the trick. Nayomi shoots up and stands straight as quickly as she sat down. But Avryl is pissed.
“You know how many women out there have this exact same thing happen to them? And have to fight people like you, accusing them of lying? You’re my sister. Axton killed Glenn. Why the fuck would I lie about this?”
Now it’s Lydia who’s in time out. Nayomi slams the already open door against the wall and rushes out. The sisters listen to her tumble and run down the stairs, sobs from deep within her throat fill the loft. Finally, there’s a sound of keys and a whoosh of the front door being opened. She can’t slam that door; it’s too big. All the while, Lydia is in the room, staring at Avryl. And once it’s quiet again, Avryl feels she can finally sit. Her head falls into her hands, and she can’t help the rush of tears that come with her admission.
“It’s been two years. I thought I would be over this by now. So why am I still…”
Lydia sits beside her sister and puts an arm around her shoulders.
“You’re not crying about what happened,” Lydia says, tightening her grip as Avryl shakes. “You’re crying because you said that out loud for the first time in your life. My poor little sister.”
