The ride towards the house was quiet, filled with a soft melody from the radio—a mixture of violin and a soft beat that was surprisingly a match.
Celeste looked out the window, wondering where the family was heading from there. It felt strange to think about them as family, considering all the issues and betrayal beneath the folds. But she had started seeing them as such for the longest time.
She saw what betrayal had cost this family, what it continued to cost, and thought about her own betrayal—what it would mean to the brothers.
Tiel's words replayed in her mind again and again, alongside all the excuses her mind pointed out, telling herself that whatever Tiel was doing, it did not justify what she was doing.
Tiel started all of this... he nearly broke your wrist, remember?
He tried making amends and rectified the situation.
But is that enough? You're too soft; you forgive too easily.
