Chapter Thirty
Things that are always hard to accept.
Ayne Kent.
I already know that I am f****d.
The second that I saw my older sister sobbing in hysterics, my mother must have told her something. She had done almost every possible thing to avoid the conversation. The sobs that escaped in her room alerted me to the gravity of the words that would soon escape her, so I panicked. All the darkness and grief that I never knew existed inside of me flared, unlike any other occasion.
When it comes to our father, the three of us are extremely sensitive.
“Ayne,” Zana breathes, wiping the remainder of her tears, but fresh ones continued to fall. She was having a hard time controlling everything that she physically gave up doing anything. The usually composed expression printed on her face
