On the morning of the third day, I followed them back to our home in town.
When they arrived and opened the door, I immediately saw my boyfriend, Peter Warren sitting on the couch with his hand wrapped around my sister’s shoulder. They looked so harmonious sitting there.
I was appalled by their audacity. I wondered when all of these had started. How long had they been together? I had not even noticed the signs.
Judging by the way they were so relax, I supposed my death had lifted the burden of secrecy from them and now they could openly flaunt their affair.
Yet surely, when my parents saw Peter, their daughter’s boyfriend, in a relationship with both sisters, they would be outraged, right?
As I thought this, I was immediately slapped hard in the face by reality.
"Peter, you're here!" My mother beamed. Her face lighted up with a happy smile. "You and Isabella sit tight. You stay here for lunch, okay? I'll have your uncle buy your favorite dishes and Auntie will cook for you."
When my father heard that, he immediately hopped onto his electric scooter, ready to head out to buy the groceries.