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I love my husband, Daniel. At least, I always have. But things changepeople change. I don't know what's wrong with us anymore.
We weren't that young when we got married. I was twenty-one, he was twenty-four. People still gave us those looks anyway. "Too young," they'd whisper. But we didn't care. Daniel made good money working construction, and I was doing well in college.
Besides, I wasn't the only one in my family making big life decisions. My triplet sister Vanessa married her high school sweetheart Ryan, while Olivia eloped with some guy named Ethan she met freshman year. My parents just shrugged it off. Dad and Daniel got along great, which was all that mattered to them.
My parents had bigger concerns anyway.
Zoe.
She's the youngest of us Marshall sisters, and honestly, she acts like it. My other sisters and I tend to treat her like the baby she is. Maybe that's not fair, but it's hard to watch someone constantly mess up their life and not judge a little.
"She'll never settle down," I told Daniel one night in bed. "And honestly, she'll probably never grow up either."
"Give her time, Jenny. She's your sister," he said, while I rolled my eyes.
"I've known her longer than you have, Daniel," I retorted. "Trust me, she's hopeless."
I turned off the bedside lamp and rolled over. So much for intimacy tonight. That made it what? The second month in a row?
I didn't feel bad about it, though. I was tired, both physically and of his constant defense of my sister. I fell asleep quickly while Daniel tossed and turned beside me.
I woke up early for my morning run. The house was quiet, and Daniel had apparently fallen asleep on the couch. I showered and got dressed in my favorite purple sports bra and black leggings. My dark hair was still damp, so I pulled it into a ponytail and slipped on a matching purple headband.
Daniel was in the kitchen making coffee when I came downstairs.
"Either you're up really early or you didn't sleep," I teased.
"Neither. Fell asleep watching TV," he yawned, pouring me a travel mug of coffee. Friday was yoga day before my marketing class.
He handed me the mug with a smile. "I'm sorry about last night. I just wish you wouldn't be so hard on your sister. She's figuring things out."