“The two of them saved our lives,” Brazen exhales as if he’s trying to avoid my train of thought.
“She used my gift, Brazen. That only means one thing. She’s my fucking sister. Considering her mother was a human, and I’m far too old to be the child of a human, that means Nicholas is my father,” I choke out.
Hale hands me a vial of olophine, and I see the pain in his eyes as he stares into mine.
“I’m sorry, Araya,” he murmurs softly, and I take the medicine from him to inject myself before the worst part of me springs free.
“Why would he raise her and not me? What’s so fucking special about her I didn’t have?” I whimper.
“I don’t know, but she’s not the one you should be mad at. She’s just a child, and she didn’t ask for any of this,” Brazen answers softly, and my tears fall free as I bury my face in his chest.
He coos softly in my ear as I clutch his shirt and sob into his comforting grip. I can’t believe this is happening right now. This shouldn’t be happening. We’re never supposed to know who our parents are. We’re never supposed to find out who abandoned us and turned us into the forgotten. We’re not supposed to feel this pain. I’m not merely a forgotten, I’m the daughter he didn’t want when he gladly raised his other. He knew who I was. He knew it was me. That’s why he’s been so incredible. He feels the guilt left behind from the daughter sentenced to more pain than any one person should ever feel because he left her abandoned.
