The Half-Year Investigation

Summary

My sister cried.

It wasn't a happy cry.

When I showed her the positive pregnancy test, she froze for three whole seconds. Then, the tears started falling.

"Sis?"

She didn't speak. She grabbed a tissue, wiped her eyes, and turned away.

I thought she was happy for me. Arthur and I had been married for eight years without a child. Now, we finally had one.

But the way she cried was wrong.

Her hands were shaking.

When she left, she stood at the door for a long time, her lips moving, but no words came out.

The next day, she came back.

Holding a manila envelope.