My insides were in knots as I drove to my sisters’ place. Her voice on the phone was icy and she’d never used that tone with me before; surely she hadn’t called because she found out…no, I had to calm down, there was no way that anyone would know about that, especially not her.

The feeling hadn’t abated even when I pulled up into her driveway and walked up to her door. The door opened as I knocked once and despite my better judgement, I entered her house and called her name. She just stood there and looked at me before she said:

“I know you’ve been sleeping with my husband.”

She stared at me for a moment, then plunged the knife into my stomach.