"I should be asking you the same thing. I should be heading out before he wakes up," Scarlett said. Why did I just said that?, she thought. Can't leave now, not after what I said.

"Would you like a drink? Red wine? Tea? Coffee? Gin? Tonic? Milk?" He raised an eyebrow. "Beer?"

"What? Are you kidding me?" she said, her voice was croaked.

He smiled. "Yes, I am. You think I would let my brother's girlfriend get drunk at 4:15 a.m.?" he said.

"Right. Of course you are kidding. Sorry about that, I'm still feeling delicate after all of those drinks."

"Me too. They makes strong drinks there and somehow you were the only one to get drunk off of it," He drained his coffee, and untucked his foot and stood up. "Before I get a refill. Do you want one?"

She didn't, not at this moment. She didn't want to spend another single minute more here. The thoughts of her hangover mixed with the feeling of awkward sex. But she also didn't want to be rude; he looked hopeful that his brother found his true love. And red wine did sound good.

"Sure." she said. "Maybe a quick red wine one."

He could tell she didn't want to spend any more minute here. "You can leave if you need to be somewhere. I get it and Jake would too."

She smiled. "No," she said. "It's fine. A red wine would be great, thanks."

He crossed the white-tilted floor to the kitchen and took a glass from the cupboard. The kitchen countertops were black-sliver granite, and granite island roses between in the middle of the kitchen. He filled it with left over wine and tossed the empty glass bottle into the trashcan. He was wearing an ocean blue T-shirt and was a few years younger than her, around seventeen, with a lean, wiry body. His movements were different than Jake, precise and hopeful, while Jake's movements were broad-shouldered and balletic.

"Why do you live with your brother?" she asked. "Just curious, that's all."

There was a carton of orange juice open on the countertop. Zander picked it up and gestered towards his freshly filled cup. "Our parents told me to leave. They were abusive, harsh with words, drug addicts, and didn't like how I kept the secret of my brother being alive."

"You kept him a secret, that way he wouldn't get abuse?" she asked.

He nodded, pouring some in a cup for himself and passed the glass of wine to her. "They would had killed him. He saved his money up and got this two bedroom apartment near the city."

"Why the city?" she asked, It was good. Sweet and tasty, and heady. She could wished she could enjoy it more, that she was drinking it on a terrance or nightclub with her friends and boyfriend, watching the morning sun glint off the water.

"I have no idea. I think it because he love the city," he said. "Here we are."

"Here we are?" she was confused about those three words. "What does that mean?"

There was a long, awkward pause. She sipped her wine. Zander sipped his orange juice. After a moment Jake broke the silence.

"Morning, Zander and Scarlett. Sleep well?"

"I slept great," she said, she didn't want to tell him she regretted the sex. Didn't want to tell him anything. It wasn't him- he was considerate, she just didn't want any reminder of that night.

"I slept alright," Zander said. "Now excuse me.I think you both should talk, I be in my bedroom," He gestured into his bedroom and closed the door.

"You were telling 'secrets' last night," Jake said.

"No way," she said. "Are you kidding me?"

"No," he said. "Why?"

"What did I say last night?" she asked.

"Telling us you were in Falling Rocks and calling Annabelle your psychologist teacher," he said. "Basically you tell secrets when you are drunk not a party animal."

"Are you sure I said those words?" she asked. "I don't remember saying those words last night."

He would had thought it was impossible to forget those dreading words Scarlett said. "I'm sure. I wasn't drunk and dreaming it."

Her eyes widened.

"It was never a secret to you?" she asked. "Does Annabelle and Miles know?"

Jake nodded. "They do. You were put through hell and we are supporting you no matter what."

She shook her head. "This is insane."

"Sometimes things can't be normal, normal is boring, so insane is relative."

She stared at him.

"Are you serious?" she asked. "You know I'm mentally ill."

"Sorry about that."

She took her phone out of her bag. There were missed calls and text messages. How did I miss those calls and texts, she thought. She knew she had her ringer on.

4:20 a.m., from Jodie:
Come home. We are worry about your safety.

4:50 a.m., this time from Miles:
See ya.

5:05 a.m., from Miles:
Let's meet at Cat's Cafè, 5557 Winnie rd.

5:17 a.m., from Annabelle:
Sounds good to me. See ya there at 7.

And then, her reply, at 5:30 a.m.
See you both there.

"It's fine. I can't believe it."

Neither could Jake. This was getting worse, Scarlett's thoughts and mentally illness. He never want to see her insane side, different side to her. It was unbelieveable.

"It wasn't great last week," she said. "They found that body."

Scarlett could remember that night perfectly, it was the biggest news in the city. A women in her late 30s had been killed only a few days before she left to England. A dog walker - mother of two - had found a body stuffed into a lake. It was a young girl, presumbly the daughter of the late women.

She'd been strangled and gutted, speculation that she had been raped, too, although the news reporters fueling the rumors down, that something awfully sick had took place.

"I heard," he said. "It shook me up, having a brother. It just shook me up, badly."

"I read it online. I heard they arrested her father," Scarlett said. "Miles and Jodie is addicted to reading about it, but Jodie's like that with every news event and body finding."

"Did Jodie know the victim?" Jake said. "They were about the same age, wasn't they?"

"They were," she said. "But I doubt it they knew each other. I can't see Jodie murdering the women and girl."

What she didn't tell him was that Jodie been getting tease in the family about ever since: she and Jamie Cadman could had been twins. They had the same long blond hair, lithe feature and hazel eyes. Almost just like twins. It's was dreading coincidence, it wasn't the kind of coincidence, anybody would had guessed it. It the coincidence that makes you intriguing, asking for more, but others say it the other kind, the kind that you found disturbing.

Jake gave a half smile. He wasn't listening anymore, neither was Scarlett. She was done making conversation. All she wanted was to go back home and her friends at Cat's Cafè.

She finished her red wine and put the glass on the counter. "Tell your brother thanks for the drink," she said. "I have to get going."

There was disappointment all over Jake's face. "You want to meet up later at your house or club?"

Scarlett paused. With the disappointment of Jake's face, she almost obliged to say yes. All she needed was her friends, she owned them everything since middle school.

"I don't think so," she said. "I would like to be with my friends today."

"OK." he said. "I understand. From the look on your face, I'm guessing that what you want."

She put her hand on the front door to open it.

"You know your way to Cat's Cafè?" Jake said. "You going home or staying at the cafè or club all night?"

"Home, hopefully. That if I don't get all drunk," she said. "I think I'll walk there."

"All right," he said, with a rueful grin. "Walking from here to Cat's Cafè is a long distance. You sure you don't need a taxi or uber?"

"I'm sure," she said.

What Jake didn't know was his keys were gone.