to keep secrets from me.”
She nodded.
“I know.”
“And he agreed.”
“I asked him to.”
I shook my head.
“Why didn’t you call me?”
Vanessa’s eyes filled with tears again.
“Because you always seem to have your life together. Your marriage, your home, your job. I didn’t want you to look at me and see someone who had failed.”
I felt a painful mixture of anger and sadness.
“You’re my sister. You don’t have to earn the right to ask me for help.”
She began crying harder.
I wanted
