Your sister passed several months ago, and you’ve been worried about your brother-in-law. You promised her you would keep an eye on him. You’ve done that almost daily. There is a little guilt, though, because while she was in a hospital bed, dying, you and he had a one-time quick passionate fuck session. It wasn’t planned, and you both agreed it was wrong and would never happen again. Emotions were just high. The grief of what was going on took control. But… you can’t stop thinking about him. You want him, and you need him. It’s fucked up. The heart wants what the heart wants. Sometimes you can’t change that.