Her Past, My Past

As Kate hurried out of the dining hall, tears in her eyes, I felt a mix of emotions washing over me - anger, confusion, and concern. I wanted to go after her, to comfort her, but I also knew that she needed some space to process her emotions. Instead, I turned my attention to my brother, Kelvin, who was sitting across from me.

"Alright, Kelvin, spill it," I said firmly, my voice tinged with frustration. "What happened between you and Kate? Why didn't you tell me that you knew each other?"

Kelvin looked uncomfortable, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for the right words. "It's complicated, Chris," he replied, avoiding my gaze.

"I can see that," I retorted, trying to keep my emotions in check. "But you can't just drop a bombshell like this and expect me not to be curious."

Kelvin let out a sigh, finally meeting my eyes. "Kate and I were close when we were kids," he began. "We lived in the same neighborhood, and our families were friends. We used to spend a lot of time to