I look at Belinda staring at me, and I can feel my heartbreaking. I have to save her, I thought my mother was doing that, but I guess whatever has been going on with her is not so good, I think the therapy has not been helping at all.
I have to save her, what kind of person am I for trying to protect my sisters who don't even know I exist, and yet the person staring at me with the hope that 'our Brandon' is alive is losing it?
What kind of a person does this make me? A bad one for sure.
The worst in this case.
"So, I am thinking if he comes home I will tell him everything I have been doing for the past two years," Belinda tells me. I only manage a nod because I don't know what else I can reply to her, seriously she has done nothing since Brandon went missing.
She quit her job and I had to give her work at my company, the work she has so far proven that she has no idea how it is done and that she won't any time soon.
