MY BROTHER.

Chloe paced to and fro in her room while she kept her eyes glued to her phone, looking up things on the internet in order to clear her doubts.

“But… I am so certain of what I saw,” she soliloquized as she took her index finger in her mouth.

About a couple of hours ago while she had dressed Elena up, she noticed a scar on her belly. Under her belly to be precise.

She had looked up all the surgery marks that could leave such scars but none of it looked like it till she searched for a cesarean section.

Chloe was torn.

Only people who had given birth through cesarean section could have such a scar but why did Elena have it?

When she noticed it, she dropped her finger on it gently and tried to caress it before Elena slapped her hand away rather sensitively and turned away from her.

“I can do this myself,” she had said before snatching the dress from her.

It was because she acted unbothered about the scar by not asking what it was and by not looking curious that she left it be and let her