Brenda nodded, her shoulders slumping as if she had just lost the only battle that mattered. And in some twisted way, she had. But the war was far from over.
I couldn’t stay in that room with her any longer. I walked out, heading to the kitchen, trying to breathe, trying to steady myself. The girls… Alexa, Camila… they had no idea. No idea that their world was about to come crashing down, that the man they called Daddy wasn’t their real father.
I felt a deep pit open in my stomach. But what was worse? The lies that had been woven over the years, or the crushing reality that my own brother had done this to my family?
I had no answers. Only questions.
And a terrible truth that I wasn’t sure I was ready to face.
