The moment that explosive, awful breakfast ended, I immediately followed Kylie to her room. She walked like a zombie, completely gutted by the sudden, ugly truth about her father. She sank onto her sofa, her eyes wide and blank with shock. I knew there was nothing to say; the betrayal was too massive. So, I just sat down next to her, offering the silent, solid presence of a friend. I let her process the crushing reality.
A few tense minutes later, Nash walked into the room. He didn't look at me, and his shoulders were slumped with a mixture of devastation and shame. His presence, however, offered a strange, tiny relief.
My marriage to Luther had put an immense strain on their sibling relationship, and seeing them together, even in misery, was something.
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