Betty POV
Winston struggled to make it up the stairs, and though I felt sorry for him and what we learned in the dungeon, I was not ready to give him any assistance, something still did not sit right, how could a man go all those years and not suspect his brother, and why did he not investigate when he was feeling better. Did he not want me back, was he happy I was taken? I have doubts and until they are cleared up, this man who had called himself my father will be kept at arm's length.
I opened the door and touched his arm as if I was helping him up the last part of the stairs, when in fact, I was wiping his memory of the secret entry, he will remember being in the dungeon and what transpired, but not how to open the door.
He staggered out of breath to the door and opened it to waitin
