Amber exited the basement and walked into the kitchen where her sister, Larisa was sitting and typing away on the computer, probably finishing up classwork for her veterinary studies. She had her hair pulled back into a claw clip and sported a white lace tank top with ripped jeans. She loved animals and it was her dream to help them. Now it was one summer away from becoming a reality as they were off to college in the fall. Larisa was accepted this year into Cornell University in New York. And one of the requirements was a veterinary tech course.

Amber smiled as she looked at her sister before ruffling through the fridge. The sound of typing stopped.

"Amber, what are you doing up here?" Larisa asked. She knew of their tradition.

"Just getting drinks for the guys." Amber lied, looking to see Larisa raising an eyebrow.

"I know you. That's not why you're here." Larisa gestured over to the seat beside her. Amber sighed, realizing there was no way out, and took a seat beside her. Larisa had her way of knowing when people were lying to her. The guys joked she was a human lie detector. While she was that, she was also good at advising on all situations Amber had gotten stuck upon. Amber considered her a replica of mom, in some ways more than others. "What's wrong?"

"Evan," Amber sighed, cracking open the can of soda. "He has been doing some things that concern me.

"Like what?" Larisa questioned, as she typed something onto her computer.

"Like setting the sauce on fire and the sleepwalking episodes. Last week he came covered in blood back to the house." Larisa stopped typing and looked over to Amber with dilated pupils.

"That is concerning," Larisa remarked, sipping her iced tea beside her.

"Yeah, I know," Amber said, taking a sip of her soda. "But he isn't telling me what is wrong. I am scared something bad is going to happen. What should I do?"

"You want to know?" Larisa got up from her seat,

"Yes!"

"You're not going to like my advice." Larisa wandered to the closet.

"I'll take anything at this point!" Amber lay on the table, looking at Larisa with puppy eyes.

"You sure?" ALrsia turned to see Amber nodded and sighed. "You're going to have to mind your business.'' Amber glared at her as she opened the closet. Larisa paused, seeming to sense the disdain, and turned around, unamused by Larisa's glare. "And you're mad at me." She resumed rummaging through the closet.

"But what if he is not doing mentally well? He could be murdering people." Amber asked.

"Well, I haven't seen any missing reports lately or rumors of murder so I can assume that no one is dead. "Larisa grabbed a granola bar and returned to her seat.

"But-"

"But what?" Larisa put her hand on Ambers. Amber looked but didn't pull away. "What if he just wants to hunt in his PJs? He has a license and all. Plus, what is going on is his business."

"I am just scared someone is going to get hurt," Amber muttered with a sigh. Larisa put her hand on her shoulder

"I know that but you can only do so much. What happens next is not your fault. You can't control other people's actions. You have helped a lot of people, including me and your friends, but you can't help everyone. Some people can only help themselves." Larisa took a bite of her granola bar

"But that still doesn't say what I should do." Larisa swallowed the granola bar.

"Give him space and he will talk to you on his terms. Or he doesn't. He decides what to do and when. That way he will trust you more in the future." Amber looked up and smiled.

"Thank you, I needed that." Larisa smiled and nodded.

"Now go downstairs. You got a summer tradition to continue." Amber smiled and got up, walking to the door but stopped and looked at Larisa.

"What about you?"

"I got some work to finish up. I'll be down in a few minutes." Larisa said and turned back to her computer. Amber sighed and was about to leave. "Oh, maybe you should get some apology snacks."

Amber nodded. "Good idea." She walked over to the closet. "What should I get? Oh, I know! Sour cream and Onion chips. The superior flavor of chips.

"Whoa," Laura said. "The superior flavor of chips is quite clearly salt and vinegar." Amber scoffed.

"What are you? An old lady?" Larisa laughed.

"What are you? Basic?" Amber taunted, Larisa smirked and was about to retaliate when there was a scream coming from the backyard. And the scream sounded like Jeff.