Dilemmas

Othon

I had no idea how long I had been staring at the ceiling of my room, but it was certainly quite some time. After getting up and looking out the window, I found that night had already fallen. The fact was that I was perplexed by the tension between Valquíria and Karen. It was as if two parts of my world were on a collision course, and I didn't know how to intervene.

I walked to the bathroom, still lost in thought, and faced my reflection in the marble countertop mirror. I made a mental note to shave before heading to work the next morning. That night, all I needed was a good night's sleep, something I found difficult to achieve.

On one hand, there's the unwavering love I feel for my sister, with whom I've always had a peaceful, conflict-free relationship. On the other hand, there's Karen, t