Robyn
I kept waiting for something terrible and catastrophic to happen, but it didn’t. Life carried on as close to “normal” as living with the Williams brothers could possibly be. My secret identity was not revealed to the parental units, and the whole subject was swept away under the carpet.
They were very busy with their own work-related things, even on the weekend, and I had more chapters to write than I had time and brain power to create. We bumped into each other in the hallways, at the refrigerator, and occasionally in the downstairs gym, but there didn’t seem to be any opportunity for any more intimate interactions or hot steamy kisses.
It almost felt like the picnic at the waterfall never happened. We were back to being three uncomfortable grown children living in the same
