Daisy’s POV
“We’re sorry,” Nicholas said, his voice barely a whisper. “We were jealous, Daisy. Terribly, horribly jealous.”
The word hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. Jealous? Of me? I had always been the quiet one, the outsider. I had never understood their hostility, their constant need to tear me down.
“Jealous?” I repeated. “Of what? What could you possibly be jealous of?” I asked, bewildered.
He looked at his brothers for a second before he turned back to me, his eyes filled with a vulnerability I’d never seen before.
“When we were younger,” he began, his voice low, “we felt…like you were Mom’s favorite. It seemed you stole our parents away from us after you were adopted. Like she always paid more attention to you and loved you more than us.”
I stared at him in confusion an
