Marcus's Monologue

Marcus’s life has been flipped upside down. Last month, his father passed away in a car accident. Yesterday, a strange girl showed up on his front porch. He opened the door to his father’s home, which he had recently inherited. There stood a 5’6” girl with dyed black hair, ripped jeans, familiar ice blue colored eyes with a junker puttering in the driveway. Those eyes reminded him of someone‒his father. They just stared at each other for a few moments before she blurted, “Uhh, I think I am your sister.”

“I don’t have a sister,” Marcus replied as he started to shut the door.

“Wait! I know this sounds insane, but I saw your father’s obituary in the newspaper. I believe he was my father as well. In the letter my mother wrote to me before she

She’d been struggling to get clean for a while,” Cassi explained. “I have been living with Isaac Caddy since she passed.” “You know Isaac Caddy from Roseville? That was my father’s best friend,” said Marcus. “Yeah, I’ve known him since I was a little girl. He was a friend of my mother’s as well,” replied Cassi. She looked as if she had just seen a ghost. “Do you think he knows what’s going on?” “I don’t know, but I intend to find out.” Marcus grabbed his keys and headed for the door before he remembered he had a guest. “Are you coming or what?” They climbed into Marcus’s truck and drove to Roseville. During the hour long trip, they made small talk about their lives. Marcus learned that Cassi is two years younger than him and works at a diner in Roseville. She had never seen their father at Isaac’s house because she works late shifts. As the truck pulled to a stop along the curb, Isaac’s house had never looked so suspicious in Marcus’s eyes. Marcus had never been a big fan of Isaac. His father always drank when Isaac was around. Marcus noticed the curtain move. Isaac’s eyes peek out the window. Marcus rushed out of the truck to prevent Isaac from escaping the confrontation. He knocked on the door much harder than