My sister stole my husband from me. When she asked me for it five years later, I turned pale

The reunion of the sisters

She sat across from me, her eyes filled with fear and hope. She said, “Thank you so much for coming.” Her voice was barely higher than a whisper. I made no reply, but I waited for her explanation. Jenna looked even worse. Her eyes had gotten caught, and her hair was hanging sloppily around her thin face. She took a deep breath and began to tell me her tale.

The reunion of the sisters

Jenna’s testimony

As Jenna described the past five years, her words went slowly at first and then faster. She told me about her illness and her struggles to cope on her own. She mentioned her father, but did not give his name. The more she spoke, the more I realized how desperate her situation was.

Jenna’s statement