His questions were lighter and I felt more at ease to tell him more. I hadn't given up hope that someone might believe me and help me get out of there. I kept my fingers crossed each time I felt that beam of hope around me. So far, I wasn't scared opening up even the most bizarre things about my relationship with May to him, it was as if he understood me perfectly or had been in my shoes before. He was a great listener and at some point, I felt like I could tell him all even without asking. I just had to consciously tell myself he's just a detective doing his job and not my friend.
"Marc and Jan were your older siblings right?"
"Yes they were."
"Were any of them aware of what was going on? I mean, you said your parent didn't know until you started acting strange towards your therapist."
"My sister," I paused with a swallow, "My sister was aware of it before anyone even noticed. But she never said anything. I didn't even know she knew. May was the one who told me she knew."
He raised a brow, "Well, why do you think she didn't do or say anything?"
I wondered at the question, I couldn't answer it as fast as the others. I didn't know why it felt unanswerable.
"June?" he tried getting my eyes because I'd bent down again. "Are you okay?" He asked concerned.
"She..." I began, "She... she didn't..." I continued, then I looked at him with a tear gathered up in one of my eyes, "She didn't..." I began crying.
"Oh no... June, I'm sorry. I...