Sixty Eight.

Bella

Danica keeps talking through her tears. Blabbering on about how she is sorry as she rocks my brother in her arms.

Aiden keeps her talking, though she was starting to slip. Information leaking through the gaps as she is no longer able to keep up with her own lies.

“Were you told to say that?” I ask as I keep my eyes firmly on my brother. He was relaxed in her grip. It made sense, she was his mother. But her finger tips are pure white. Holding onto him like he was going to be taken from her at any second or that he was some kind of prized possession.

“No, I had to tell you. You have been so kind to me, both of you, Leighton too.”

“Why did you wait so long?” Aiden demands. “Why didn’t you come clean before?”

She looks down at Connor, kissing the top of his head. She rests her cheek on him, closing her eyes as she sways side to side.

“You’ve known me for a long time, Bella.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Her blue eyes go to Aiden, “You too. You just didn’t know me other th