Shame

I'm sorry that I haven't written earlier this weekend.  I didn't end up going to see Gina on Friday, but not because I chickened out.  Friday morning I got a call from Ralph, who said it was urgent and that he wanted me to come spend the weekend with him.  I didn't really want to be alone either, so I obliged.  When I got there on friday night, we sat together and stared awkwardly through dinner.
"So..." I finally broke the ice "what's going on?"
"You haven't... told anyone, have you?" he probed with fear in his voice
Honestly I knew exactly what he was talking about, but I decided to play dumb and not raise his suspicions.
"Told anyone about what Ralph?"
"about... Erin"
"No, I haven't... but..." I hesitated wondering whether to tell him about the ominous post-it
"Did you get-"he began
"-a post-it...?" I cut him off
We made eye contact for a moment, and then lowered our heads in our shared shame.  We got up, and hugged eachother for what seemed like forever, but we both really needed it.  We caught up a lot this weekend, and I feel like I've gotten the brother I loved back.  Neither of us knows how someone else found out about Erin, but we've decided that if anything else about Erin happens we'll get together as soon as possible.
There is one other thing; I told him about Kevin.  He said that he knows that love and fear together can make a person do crazy things, and it made me feel a lot better.  It feels so much better to have that secret off my chest.  Now to decide whether or not to tell Gina...