After the call, I turn off my phone and collapse into a fitful sleep. The doorbell jolts me awake—it's already dark. Groggy, I shuffle to the door.
The second I c***k it open, it's shoved wide, and a sharp slap lands across my face.
"Are you trying to ruin your sister?" Katherine's voice is venomous.
Pain sears my cheek. I clutch my face, my tone icy. "She slandered me first."
"You did those shameful things, and now you want to drag her down with you? She's young! A criminal record would destroy her life. Withdraw the complaint!"
I laugh, bitter and sharp. "Katherine, first, I don't have a sister. Second, there's nothing wrong with consensual intimacy. What's shameful is secretly recording and spreading it to hurt someone. And finally, I'm not dropping the case."
She shakes her head,
