Chapter 110 Getting Dirty With Sister:>14

• We reached an unspoken agreement. Like the sun and the moon, we lived in the same place, but we never shared the sky. At first, I kept up my steady diet of texts, but after a few days I realized I was only making things worse. I wrote her a long email missive, apologizing for everything and begging for her forgiveness. She never wrote me back.
• We settled into our respective lives, keeping them as separate as possible. I stayed long hours at the office. It did wonders for my career ("Matt's really got his nose to the grindstone," I overheard my boss tell someone), but it broke me. I slept at home, fitful, then slipped out at first light.
• I could only assume Jennifer was doing the same. I saw the evidence that she still lived with me. The mussed sheets on the futon. A used coffee mug in the sink. A couple of times, we crossed paths for a moment. We just grunted at each other, like even one word would be too much to say.