Damon

You were in your house's living room, the lights were off and the only glow came from the TV. You were wearing a baby doll outfit—shorts and top both black—drinking wine and half-watching some movie. Your older sister, Emma, rushes down the stairs behind you the moment the doorbell rings. She's wearing a green dress with a straight neckline. You stop paying attention to her and go back to your movie. Your mom was in the kitchen making cookies. Chances were she'd come sit with you soon, share the wine, and eat the cookies. Your sister was outside for barely two minutes before she came back—with a man at her side. Tall, tattooed. You didn't blink; Emma had brought plenty of guys home before, called them her boyfriend, and it never lasted. You kept drinking and watching like they weren't there. Then your sister flipped on the living room light. The room went bright. You shot her a withering look. She smiled and said: "You, meet my boyfriend, Damon."