Disclaimer: I don't own Supergirl. This is fanfiction.

There were a lot of things Kara couldn't explain in her life, things that defied logic and escaped reason, touched corners she could never reach and existed where she could only dream.

Surviving a direct contact explosion was no biggie for someone blessed with her powers but waking up in her own bed after said explosion, night to day, with no recollection of how she got there… was peculiar to say the least.

She just kind of laid there for a minute, staring at her ceiling and wondering why she wasn't recuperating back at the DEO. Alex and J'onn had been adamant about this particular protocol in the past but using her super hearing now, she could tell no one was waiting for her in her apartment. She was even still in her super suit.

Her room also smelled kind of different.

She twitched her nose and realized it was her bed. She rolled into her pillows and breathed in deep. She couldn't quite pin what the smell was but it was very familiar and abating. She felt the corners of her mouth lift. She liked it. She wouldn't mind cuddling with it every night, the scent just smothering her as the lazy tendrils licked at her consciousness.

Drowsily, she opened one eye to look at the clock. It took a few seconds for her sleepy brain to register the time but when it did, her blood ran cold. Today was a weekday and a weekday meant work.

She jumped out of bed and grabbed the nearest set of clean, wrinkled-free clothes she had. She quickly brushed her teeth and ran a comb through her hair, picked up her glasses and handbag and dove out the window. She was going to be late if she didn't leave now.

Kara rushed onto the floor of Catco, fixing her hair and straightening out her clothes. She may have cheated a little but one of the thousands of things Cat didn't tolerate was tardiness and the last thing Kara wanted was to set her boss on a disparaging spree for the rest of the day. She screeched to a stop when she caught sight of who was sitting at her desk.

"Siobhan?! What are you doing here?" Kara gaped. She rubbed at her eyes.

Siobhan looked up from her computer, striking an impeccable image in a sleek sleeveless dress against the white backdrop of the office wall. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"You're sitting at my desk!"

Siobhan raised an eyebrow high. "No, I'm pretty sure this is my desk."

"No! It's not!" Kara argued, shaking her head furiously. "What are you doing here anyway?! You were arrested! You tried to kill Cat and me!"

"Is this another one of your games, Danvers? Because it really isn't funny."

"No! I'm serious!" Kara scoured the office for support but no one seemed to notice the psychotic supervillain at the forefront of the room. The mailroom guy didn't even bat an eyelash when he dropped a stack of letters onto her desk, leaving Kara to mouth wordlessly after him.

Siobhan began sorting through the letters, pausing long enough to heave a pointed sigh. "As you can see, I'm busy so why don't you run along and get back to work before Ms. Grant fires you."

"Fires me? Why would I get fired?! You're sitting at my desk, using my computer when you shouldn't even be here!"

"Look…" Siobhan drawled. "I don't know what you've been taking or smoking but you need to calm down and go. Don't make me call security to escort you and your sorry eyesore of an outfit out."

Kara wanted to laugh. It had to be a joke. One big stupid joke. Only Siobhan didn't look like she was playing at all.

Kara threw up her hands. "What is happening here?!"

"That's what I'd like to know," Cat interrupted, peering out from her office door. "Sabine, why aren't you working? I don't pay you to sit and talk."

"Miss Danvers thinks I'm sitting at her desk," Siobhan said dryly. "She also thinks I have tried to kill you and her. God knows why."

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time," Cat replied stiffly. She turned to Kara, looking her up and down in disapproval. "Quick, who are you? Before I call security."

Kara widened her eyes. "Miss Grant, it's me! Kara! I mean Kiera!"

"Poor girl doesn't even remember her own name," Siobhan said, sickly sweet. "She works downstairs in publishing with that web guy you're always calling up here to fix major IT problems."

"I see. You know, I really should consider moving him up here and getting rid of the current IT specialist… but he also does surprising work where he is now… choices, choices." Cat dumped a stack of paper onto her desk. "Sabine, take these down to advertising, tell whoever is in charge there that if this is not done right then I will fire them, and then you will go to Noonan's and bring me my coffee hot."

"Yes, Miss Grant," she answered. She slid her chair back and scurried away as dignified as she could manage.

Kara stood there, stunned. Surely, she must be in some kind of alternate universe. Siobhan had replaced her, Cat didn't know who she was, and her job was now—well, she didn't know what her job was, only that she now worked in publishing.

Cat released a long suffering sigh. "Kayla, Karen or whatever you're called. Get back to work before you waste any more of my time." She spun back toward her office, missing the pout Kara had produced at her words.

Kara's first instinct was to call Alex.

She ducked into a bathroom stall and immediately dialed her sister. She was fairly confident Alex was still an important person in her life. When she had checked her phone, the wallpaper had been of the two of them together and her calendar had been marked with a myriad of sisterly plans.

"Hey, what's up?" Alex answered, a little out of breath. "I can't talk long, I'm at work."

"Alex, I need your help. Something has happened and I don't know what to do!"

"What? Kara, slow down. What happened?"

"I think I'm in an alternate universe! It's nothing like the black mercy which means your Kara might be stuck somewhere else but I have no idea what is going on and I really want to get back home and I don't know to do that!"

There was a pause. "Kara, are you okay? You're still not having nightmares are you?"

"This isn't a dream! I was fighting an alien and there was an explosion. Next thing I know, I'm waking up at my apartment and everything is different! I'm Cat's assistant but today she didn't know me. Siobhan a.k.a. the Silver Banshee is hers instead!"

"What—who the heck is the Silver Banshee?"

"Exactly my point!

"You're not making any sense. Did you hit your head?"

Kara palmed her face. "No, Alex. I'm serious. This isn't my world." She sighed. "Look, can you ask J'onn if he knows anything about this?"

"Who's Jon?"

Oh boy. Kara needed to be more delicate about this. The differences between this Earth and hers may very well be staggering.

"Um, do you still work at the DEO?" Kara asked. She crossed her fingers.

There was a loud clank from the other end and a series of muffled voices. "I'm okay, I'm okay. Get back to work," Alex growled, sounding far away. Then she was back on the phone. "How do you know about that?! Just who are you and what have you done to my sister?!"

Kara chuckled hollowly. "Like I said, I'm Kara—but probably from a different universe."

Kara trudged off the elevator onto the publishing floor, depressed. Once the information had sunk in, Alex had lost all candidness from her voice. While she believed Kara, she didn't necessarily trust her. It just so happened that she was currently on a top secret mission in the middle of nowhere and couldn't do a damn thing about it. And since she would rather pull out her own fingernails than let another ranking agent handle her sister's matters, Kara had been strongly advised to keep to herself and disrupt as little of her doppelganger's life as possible.

Honestly. Kara had been nice. It hardly warranted a bulls-eye on her forehead. She knew how to behave. It wasn't like it was her fault she was stuck here and that her doppelganger was nowhere to be found. Seriously.

She made her way to the corner breakroom and stuffed as many pastries as she could into her mouth. She hadn't eaten breakfast this morning and was starting to emote grouchy with a capital G. If she could also eat her feelings at the same time, then so be it.

"Kara? What are you doing?" someone asked from behind her.

She whipped around, a scone halfway in her mouth.

"Winn?" she mumbled. A puff of powdered sugar flew from her mouth, courtesy of the donut she had shoveled in a few seconds earlier.

Winn cringed. "Whoa, you look like you've been in an eating contest. Did you skip breakfast and dinner last night too?"

Kara flushed to the tips of her ears. "No, I'm uh, stress eating." She rubbed some of the powder and glazes from various fruit pastries from her mouth and shirt. "Sorry."

"If it's anything you should be sorry for, it's coming in to work a half hour late. I called you several times but you didn't answer."

Right. Kara had ignored those. She hadn't wanted to mess up whatever life her doppelganger had here but unfortunately it seemed she was failing superbly at that.

"Sorry," she said again. "There was a slight mix up this morning."

Winn gave her a peculiar look but didn't say anything more. He walked over to the coffee machine to make himself a coffee. Kara couldn't help but think his behavior was a little cold.

"Um, are you mad at me?" she asked tentatively.

His frown deepened. "Why should I be? It's your life. I only covered for you because you agreed you'd do the same for me."

"Oh." She wringed her hands. She should really shut up now but she never could let sleeping dogs lie, literally and figuratively. "Can I ask you a strange question? You see… I kind of got into an accident last night and my memory's a little off… On a scale of one to ten, how close are we as friends?"

Winn stared at her.

"Are we not friends?" Kara tried again.

"Are you serious?"

"Humor me."

He stared at her some more. "You're serious."

"I am."

He ran a hand through his hair, stretching the tips. "Did you go to the hospital?"

"I did and everything's fine," she hummed, unconcerned. "My memory should come back in time but it would be nice to know beforehand which memories are good and which are compromised. When I got into work, I thought I was Cat's assistant and almost got into it with Siobhan."

"Well, Siobhan would have hated you on principal. I broke up with her because she wanted to blackmail you and Olsen."

"So we are friends?"

He shoved his hands into his pockets. "Kara, you're the one who started pushing me away. I'll ask if you want to hang out or game and you'll brush me off. I'll ask if you want to grab lunch together and you'll say that you're busy. I mean, I tried. You just kind of shut down on me and I don't know why. At first, I thought you were heartbroken over Olsen—"

"Why would I be heartbroken over Olsen?" Yep, she said it as if she wasn't crushing hard like a grade schooler on him when he first started working at CatCo.

"He moved back to Metropolis. You really don't remember? It's like you're a completely different person."

"Literally am," she whispered under her breath. "So, you said at first you thought I was heartbroken."

"Yeah, but eventually I got the feeling that you were seeing someone else."

"Who?"

He shrugged. "I don't know! You're the one who started keeping me at a distance!" He picked up his coffee roughly, the contents sloshing out a bit. "Look, we have to get back to work. The new intern is hovering at my desk and I think our boss is looking for you."

He stormed out, leaving Kara to stare after him.

A second later, he walked back in. "Okay, I'm a sucker for saying this but if you really want to, we can get lunch later and you can ask me whatever you need to." He looked down at his coffee. "You bummed me out a lot in the past few months, Kara, but I hate seeing you like this. I'm hoping we can salvage this."

She gave a woeful smile. "Thanks, Winn. Me too."

Luckily, Kara was given menial tasks to complete from her boss, a portly fellow with easy manners, who she liked immediately. She wouldn't know what to do if she lost her doppelganger her job.

By the time lunch rolled around, she waited at the café across from Noonan's, which was far too busy to dine in, for Winn, who had stayed behind to help the intern with one more thing. She sipped at her latte as she waited for her second round of food to order up.

Her phone buzzed and Kara glanced at it hesitantly. She didn't want to invade in her doppelganger's life too much but also because majority of the texts in the past few hours had been sent by Alex, giving warning after warning about what should await her should she decide to go mess around. Really, this sister was a little uptight.

Her phone started ringing. Thinking it was Winn, she answered. "Hi, where are you? I've been waiting for ten minutes."

"Oh, I wasn't aware we were meeting each other for lunch," a familiar voice replied, warm and happy but confused.

"Lucy?" Her heart started beating faster. Talking to her had always made Kara nervous and she was honestly elated that they happened to be friends even in a different universe.

"Of course, it's me, silly. Who else would it be?"

Kara grinned even though Lucy couldn't see her. "Sorry, I'm waiting for someone and thought he was giving me a heads up but I am very glad to hear your voice. You wouldn't believe the kind of day I'm having."

"Really? Good or bad?"

"That's still up for verdict."

"I see. You'll tell me all about it later?"

"Yeah, of course." Hopefully she'll be back to her own Earth by then. She might just cry if she saw Lucy. First Cat, then Alex, then Winn. She could only handle so much. Seeing her friends not be her friends made Kara about as homesick as she was for Krypton when she first landed.

"Well, I just wanted to say I'm sorry that I had to leave early this morning. I would've loved to stay in bed longer with you but you know, duty calls."

"W-what?" Kara stammered. She must have misheard but that didn't stop the images from flooding her brain.

"I'll talk to you later, okay? Try not to eat too many sweets, they'll make you sleepy. You'll need all your energy tonight."

"Wh-why?"

Lucy just laughed. "Oh, Kara. You know why." That was said with a little more innuendo than Kara was used to hearing from her friend. "I'll see you later at your place."

"Wait, at my place?"

Lucy hung up, leaving Kara to stare at her phone. There was a rustled in the seat across from her.

"Is everything okay?" Winn asked, a little out of breath. He slid his messenger bag off and dropped it in the space next to him. "Your face is all red." He waved his own hand around his face. "Like a tomato."

"If I said Lucy Lane and I were dating, how farfetched would it be?"

He furrowed his brows. "Very. You're both Olsen's exes." He unwrapped the sandwich he had ordered, paused and cocked his head. "Am I missing something here? Did you just tell me you were dating Lucy?"

"Maybe." Kara picked at her plate of food, heart still racing. "She just called and the conversation was kind of strange."

"You seem very happy about it though. I'll take it as a good sign." He took a big bite. "Oh, man. I'm hungry. That new intern is driving me nuts."

"I think he's nice."

"Of course you would. You think Miss Grant is nice."

Kara rolled her eyes but appreciated the effort Winn was taking to make small talk even when their relationship was strained. He was an awesome friend and it ached to think that her doppelganger might have lost it.

So why did her doppelganger push him away?

She glanced at a nearby customer as she and Winn chatted. The man was reading a newspaper and on the front page was a huge snapshot of Superman flying. She bit her lip. There was a time when she didn't let Winn get too close to her, casually debunking his efforts to go on a date and keeping their friendship as professional as possible.

But it was a question that plagued Kara all morning, ever since her phone call with Alex—did Supergirl exist? Did anyone other than her family know about her powers? She was reluctant to find out but subconsciously, she knew the answer. Alex must have never been in danger on this Earth, hence why she never experienced the rush of being a savior and why it never occurred to her to take on the same mantle as her cousin. By living in fear, her secret was never revealed to her friends nor did Alex ever tell her about the DEO.

Kara had been playing it safe so far on this Earth. Nothing had been changed that her doppelganger couldn't go back on. If Alex played it right, her doppelganger may never know the truth about what her sister did for a living. Cat, Siobhan, and her other coworkers certainly wouldn't care enough to remember. She may have sounded like a derp on the phone with Lucy but that was depressingly nothing new. And poor Winn, who was trying hard to mend their friendship, could easily be shunned again once the "amnesia" wore off.

But she couldn't help but wonder if the two had traded places for a reason. She missed what she had back home but in turn she could appreciate the different career path her doppelganger took, one that was less stressful and time consuming, and that her doppelganger had been brave enough to pursue a decidedly non-platonic relationship with Lucy.

But there were barriers holding her doppelganger back and Kara couldn't help but wonder if she should do something about it.

Really, it must be why an unidentified creature was wreaking havoc in the street outside the café.

Right in front of her face.

"Winn."

He pulled his gaze from the screaming masses outside their window, features drawn pale. "Yeah?"

"I promise I'll explain everything later but right now, I need your help."

Kara spared Winn an uneasy glance. He hadn't said anything since she had given all the details on the whole shebang in the aftermath of the fight, and in the quiet atmosphere of the elevator ride up, the tension wasn't doing her patience any favors.

She cleared her throat, startling Winn, who had been staring at the doors with a dazed expression on his face.

"So…" he stalled. "Let me get this straight… You're Kara Danvers from an alternate universe where you are a superhero called Supergirl, cousin of Superman, and who also works at CatCo Media but as Cat's assistant, and have a super friends team consisting of me, Olsen, Lucy, Alex, and her secret government organization."

She shot him a glare. "I did not say super friends—why do you always say super friends?"

"… It has a nice ring to it."

"Really?" She rolled her eyes and ran a hand over her hair, tucking in any loose strands. "So you're not freaked out?"

"No, I get the alternate universe part. It's like a nerd's dream come true." His eyes lost a little focus before returning back to Kara's. "What I don't get is why I needed to know how incandescently in love you are with Lucy."

Kara blushed shyly. "I don't know. I guess I'm kind of awed that my doppelganger had enough game to woo her."

"Okay, I may be your best friend in the other universe but I sure this is what sisters are for. I do not need to hear you say game and woo in the same sentence."

The elevator doors opened and the pair exited, Kara sighing into her hands. "This Alex thinks it's my fault that something happened to her sister. She was so mean to me!"

"I'm sure she doesn't mean it. She's just worried about Kara. We all are."

"I know. Ideally she would be on my Earth. I just hope no villains appear since she's probably a noob."

Winn elbowed her in the side and pointed to the crowd standing around the television. "Speaking of villains, looks like you're already making headline news."

They merged with the group, watching as the reporter gravely described the attack that occurred just minutes earlier a block away from Noonan's. The screen cut to several cell phone feeds of the creature in question, large and reptilian with a maw full of teeth, smashing the concrete and tossing vehicles. It shot acrid breath from its throat, which knocked out pedestrians as they tried to flee. It probably would've eaten them too if Kara had not intervened.

The other coworkers around them conversed nervously under their breath about the incident, inserting exclamations and scrolling through their feeds on their phones. Some even went to the windows to see if they could sight the scene of the crime.

Suddenly the feeds were showing Kara going head to head with the monster and the reporter explaining how she had stopped it with super strength and speed, and had potentially saved the civilians of National City. Of course the reporter also went on to rant about the credibility of the mysterious heroine, who was reminiscent of Superman, and whether or not she was a threat.

Kara, on the other hand, was overly critiquing the matter of her suit. She had taken Winn's navy blue sweater to cover her house symbol and had seared eyeholes through a handkerchief tied around her eyes as a mask. She hoped it was enough to protect her doppelganger. The red and blue colors might be a giveaway though.

She sighed mournfully.

"You owe me a new sweater by the way," Winn whispered, picking at the button up he was wearing underneath. "You know, there's a proper way to remove a sweater—if your elbow gets stuck, you do not pull with super strength."

She whirled on him. "I couldn't get out! It was strangling me!"

"How have you not mastered changing in and out of clothes? It's like a superhero requirement!"

"Comic book baloney. Whoever wrote it haven't bit their tongue trying to pull on their trousers at super speed."

"What, that croissant sandwich couldn't get down fast enough?"

"… Shut up."

"Where are you, Alex?" Kara whined after reaching voicemail. "I just got back home, I mean, to your sister's place, and now really would be the perfect time to fix this."

She hung up and fell back onto the couch, glancing gloomily around the apartment. It was nearly identical but it couldn't feel less like her home. What bothered her were not the odds and ends that were in different places or the movies she had never heard of on her shelf but the fact that there was clearly a second person who spent a significant amount of time there.

The differences were subtle but Kara, who had now realized that person to be Lucy, couldn't be more attuned to her presence. There were foods and snacks stocked in the kitchen that were not Kara's favorites, more products than necessary in her bathroom and on her dresser, and a drawer set aside for Lucy's clothes.

Kara had slammed that drawer shut fast when she realized what was in it, flushing a deep shade of red that was sure to put her cape to shame.

She also realized that the scent she smelled this morning was because of Lucy sleeping in her bed and that was when a cold shower was in dire need.

She needed to wash off the debris from the fight earlier anyway.

She dawdled away fifteen minutes in there, taking the time to wash away the dust from her hair, and emerged feeling refreshed and energized. She toweled off her hair and pulled on a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of shorts, exchanging her work clothes for easily replaced workout clothes. She was sure her doppelganger wouldn't mind but it couldn't hurt to be respectable.

She checked her phone to see that Alex had sent her a message while she had been in the shower, indicating that she would be there very soon. Kara worried her lip. Alex was bound to have endless questions for her and Kara wasn't necessarily sure if she should answer them all. She also kind of wished that Winn was with her but nope, he had "plans" already. Kara highly suspected that he was scared of Alex.

Feeling hungry, she padded to the kitchen and raided the fridge. There were a lot of leftovers and Kara obliged lovingly. She popped a container of fried rice into the microwave and was about to devour a piece of chocolate cake when she was grabbed from behind and pressed against the fridge.

She blinked, hands grasping empty air where the plate should've been. She zoned in on the intruder, who had a head of wavy dark hair and sultrily painted eyes.

"Lucy?!" she yelped, feeling light headed all of a sudden.

All she got in reply was a frenzied kiss on the mouth and hands going where they should not be.

Kara could die right now and be totally fine with it.

Lucy's mouth was hot, her body was warm and firm against hers, and the sounds she was making was heavenly and was doing dangerous things to her restraint. Kara couldn't help but kiss back, reveling in the euphoria of want and happy, happy dreams, but when Lucy ran her fingers along the edge of her waistband, Kara knew she had to stop it.

"W-wait, Lucy, stop!" Kara grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back, breathing heavily.

"What's wrong?" Lucy asked, panting as she tried to embrace Kara again.

"Um?!" Kara darted her eyes to the microwave. "I have to eat first!"

"You want to what? Are you serious?!" Lucy's face was flushed and her lipstick smudged.

The microwave went off beeping.

"Yes!" Kara nodded her head furiously. "I have to eat first! See, the rice is done!"

Lucy did not look amused. When she realized Kara was resolute, she huffed loudly and took a seat on the couch facing the window. She pulled out a mirror and fixed her makeup. Her jacket and purse had been thrown to the side, along with a set of keys. Yikes. No wonder Kara was ambushed. Lucy had a drawer. Why wouldn't she have a key as well?

Kara fixed her clothes nervously and busied herself with removing the contents from the microwave. She had effectively destroyed the mood and was feeling rather conflicted over it. She had to get out of here before she ruined everything. This wasn't her life.

She took another peek at Lucy, who still looked mad but was now occupying herself with a tablet. Work, probably.

Kara shoveled in her food, barely taking the time to peel away and pop another container into the microwave. When she had finished three more plates of food however, she realized that it may be out of character for her to consume so many calories, especially when she looked up to find Lucy staring with her mouth opened.

"Where did all the food go? Did you eat it all?" she asked, voice high.

"Um, no?"

Someone banged on the door.

"I'll get it!" Kara announced loudly and hurried over. She yanked it opened to see Alex and Hank clad in full agent gear. "Hi! About time!"

Alex, who looked like hell rolled over, immediately looked as if she ate a lemon. "Who the heck did you make out with?!"

"What?"

"I told you not to do anything!" Alex yelled. She barged in, ready to rain fury upon her. "Did you make out with my sister's girlfriend?"

Hank whispered, "Miss Danvers, you might want to check your face," as he passed by. Glancing into the mirror by the door, Kara was horrified to discover that Lucy had left lipstick stains around her mouth. She rubbed at it ferociously with a wet napkin.

Lucy, alarmed, got up to defend Kara but when she caught sight of Alex, she froze. "Agent Danvers?!"

"Major Lane?!" Alex whipped toward Kara. "You're dating Lucy Lane?!"

Kara held up her hands. "Um, not actually your sister, remember? And for the record, I did not make out with her. She jumped me."

Alex looked ready to strangle someone. Boy, her doppelganger was going to get it. If Lucy was still Major Lane, then she was still working with her father and that was a big no-no.

"What is going on?!" Lucy exclaimed, eyes darting between the two. "What are you doing here with Director Henshaw? Are you sisters?"

Kara answered yes at the same time Alex answered no.

Lucy backed away, confused. "Kara, I don't understand. What is going on?"

"Um, how much am I allowed to say?" Kara asked, uncomfortable with the attention.

Hank cleared his throat. "Ideally? The less, the better."

"Oh, no. You will not do this," Lucy pointed to Hank. "I deserve to know what's going on. I know it has to do with the DEO. You wouldn't come here in uniform with your weapons if it weren't. What does Kara have to do with all this?"

"Due to standard procedure, I must tell you that it is none of your business," Hank droned, by the book.

"Kara?" Lucy pleaded. "Whatever is going on, I can help you."

"Kara, don't you dare say anything!" Alex interrupted. "It's not your call."

"What does it matter if we tell her? She's probably going to find out anyway," Kara argued.

"Don't you think you have ruined Kara's life enough?" Alex growled. "You've tainted everything! She kept her life personal for a reason! You think I didn't see the news? You're a fool if you don't think you've put her in danger!"

Kara swallowed tightly. "I didn't—I couldn't let those people get hurt. Kara wouldn't have either."

"She doesn't go looking for trouble like you do. She likes the way her life is now! You just had to go fuck it up!"

"That's hardly my fault!"

"It is if you expose her secrets! Is that what your life is like? Running around in costume like Superman? I'd hate to think what she's going through right now if that's the case!"

Kara clenched her fists closed. "That's not fair! You don't have to right to judge me because Alex and I have been through more than you have! And if she's in my place, then the last thing I would be is worried because my friends, my family—are the best support system she could ever ask for!"

"Well, she's not here, is she?! We've searched our databases, asked our specialists, strained dry every last resource only to find out that we can't bring her home because we can't begin to develop the technology for it! So how did you get here?! What are you hiding?!"

Kara stared her, lips pressed tight. It hurt. It hurt to have Alex say these things to her, especially when it was out of fear and desperation but for her to accuse her, to look at her like that—Kara didn't know how to handle it.

Alex, who was in every way like her sister, blamed her.

And Lucy, wonderful, beautiful Lucy, who was no doubt putting the dots together, was looking at her in disgust.

So Kara fled.