SubstituteChapter 8
You fucking idiot. I sat in bed, staring at the wall. The Meditations sat on the nightstand, unread. What the hell do you think you’re doing? She wants you. You want her. What’s wrong with that? Legalisms didn’t bother me. I had convinced myself that what was happening between Vi and I wasn’t incest. Not really. Violet was my half-sister, and we’d grown up apart for most of our lives. The doubt that had hooked its barb into me was entirely about what was best for her. She was right. I...