Sister's Reckoning

On the eve of my sister's wedding, I kissed her while drinking. "You know what? Your fiancé's computer is full of photos of me." She slapped me, but the wedding went on as normal. Until three months later—— She was soaked and smashed open my door, with the divorce agreement wrapped around her fingertips: "Now, it's time to settle our accounts." ** Later, she always liked to pause when kissing me and murmured: ** "Those photos... When did you secretly take them?" I bit her collarbone and chuckled:** "Since the first time you taught me to write my name."