Nefretiri
Betrayal.
You hear the word and think it's too extreme, but in our case, it isn't. No matter how you look at it, the term was terrible when you said it. With the power to cause so much harm and anger, it's not something you want to tag onto your family. But, unfortunately, we don't get a choice in that. After all, it was our family who'd turned on us. The worst part, we had no idea why.
Ivan and I hadn't moved from the floor for a long time. Neither of us looked at the clock, so I couldn't say how long we were there. The only thing we seemed capable of doing was staring at that picture. We should be rational about all this, looking for an answer that explains everything, but we couldn't. Not when the hurt was too real.
"The packhouse looks so different," It's the first thing either of us has said, but it felt easier to mention something so mundane than confront what we were facing. "Isn't that furniture from my office?"
