After a while Sarah spoke happier and walked bouncier. Like she had a purpose again. I knew she hadn't forgave our parents because whenever I brought them up the light in her eyes disappeared, but she was better. Her heart had begun to forgive them or at least understand. I decide to bring our dad in now.

"Sarah, can I talk to you for a minute, it's important." I say, slowly sitting on the couch. She looks up from her book and bookmarks it. She hops over. I think about quickly forgetting about this, but she deserved to know. I would want to know. I clear my throat and flex my arms as she sits beside.

"What is it, Kale?" she asks, ignorantly.

"Sarah, we were adopted." I blurt out in not the way I had thought out. It was too late now to take the words back, and I felt bad as soon as the familiar light, in her eyes, disappears. She was fragile in the way that when there is a hint of vulnerability shown it was brought out in tears.

"What?" she asks, with a broken voice. I don't repeat. I couldn't do it to her twice. I look away and cover my mouth. I was used to not crying in difficult situations but to watch her cry always broke my heart. She sniffles and nods, accepting what I've said.

"Look, baby sis, he came at me on the food run. It wasn't intended. I didn't even know until he told me, but the reason I waited so long was to protect you. You still needed to heal a bit from getting kicked out. I had to protect you, sis. But if you're willing, I'll call him, and you can talk to him. I've checked, and its true he is our dad." I explain, watching her look away.

"You're wrong, Kale. He lied to you. Only you were adopted. Our parents, are my parents, they really are my mom and dad. But they just were never yours. I knew the whole time, and that's why I couldn't go with you. I didn't want to be there when you found out. I didn't want to have to explain why I never told you that we were only half-siblings." she says. I level my gaze and sit up straighter. I obviously couldn't kick her out. My head was spinning. I-I couldn't wrap my head around it. I touch my switchblade in the pocket of my jeans and flex my arms just because. I clear my throat and bite back the tears that were bursting to break through.

"Then why are you here?" I ask, already knowing it was because she got kicked out by her parents. I continue my line of interest. "Why did mom and dad kick you out? What happened to your plans?"

"Kale." she gasps, but I can't feel anything for her. She was still my baby sis, but we weren't close. It was all in my imagination.

"Why?" I repeat, clenching my jaw. I needed to know.

"Because I-uh bought a pocket knife too." she admits, pulling out a pink version of my switchblade. It didn't impress me. I pat her knee, and nod as I would do to a friend slapping me.

"That's nice sis. Alright then, well I guess you aren't going to want to meet my dad then?" I ask, concentrating on my shoes. She lightly shakes her head, sighing.

"Then I'll be in my room getting acquainted with my family." I say, roughly, standing awkwardly. And retreating to my room. I pick up the phone and punch in his number.