I'll still love her, of course.
It isn't hard for me to believe India Wilkes and Archie when they run to tell the news, even as I did lose the feeling in my hands for a while. I mean, I'm no angel - I wouldn't like to repeat all the things that sped through my mind that day, even if I could've caught up with them.
Archie and India had been as furious and as outraged and somehow as eager as I had ever seen them, falling over themselves with the desire to tell me - and my anger rose with every word they said and every word I couldn't say. I was so angry, so angry that it terrified me - and I became even more terrified when I learned that this was something I had known inside for a very long time...
It isn't hard to catch the looks a woman gives a man, and to see what works behind the eyes. I've known for some time - some time so far back that the general circumstance is difficult to recall - but I had so much trust in her, so much faith...
Well, Scarlett wasn't perfect either. If she loved Ashley, far be it from me to set the world against her.
Thinking back, that was what everyone was actually expecting. Especially at Ashley's surprise party. Why, I said not a word, certainly - at least, none that indicated I knew about the embracing. I didn't want to fail Scarlett, didn't want to tear her world apart the way her incident tore mine.
And so I won't. I've got to look over her, actually, and as a sister there is no room for hatred - none for anger and grudge-bearing. And I can't afford to hate her; I owe her so much.
And besides, in Scarlett's eyes, the scales probably aren't balanced yet.
-fin.