Darry walked into the house later one evening, tired and sore from roofing houses in the relentless summer sun. He put his work things down and stretched, utterly relieved to be home and eager to relax. Darry went to the bathroom to splash cool water on his face to ease the headache he had from his boss’s constant berating and wiped his face before getting ready to leave. However, just as he was about to leave, something sticking out of the trash caught his eye. Surprised and a little confused, he walked over and grabbed it out. He examined it and was even more surprised to find out what it was: A pregnancy test; positive. Darry stared at the test for several seconds, trying to figure out who it belonged to. But that was when it dawned on him. It belonged to you, his only sister. That was when he heard your sobs and he immediately went to search for you, finding you balled up in a corner of your bedroom, crying. Darry saw you this way and sighed, holding up the pregnancy test.

“You wanna explain this?” he asks. He doesn’t sound angry. More so concerned.