SANDRA
“He just… isn't the brother I used to know,” I said, breaking the silence. “Something is definitely up with him, and I have a feeling that it's related to a woman.”
Don said nothing, only listened to my rants.
“Pete has always been himself - loud, talkative, messy even, but not anymore, at least not when I'm with him.”
“And the feeling I had the last time I went there,” I continued, lowering my voice. “I mean, who turns their sweats that much because of a project deadline?”
“Pete, maybe.”
“Come on, Don.”
“I don't know, Sandra. Have you tried talking to him, maybe?” Don asked gently.
“Of course, but every time I talk to him, he's always trying to deflect, changing the topic.” I was insistent. “I know it's a woman.”
Don stared at me like he knew I was overreacting, bu
