Betrayed by Blood
Avery's breath hitched, her gaze darting towards Lydia, whose eyes were fixed on Kendra.
The words landed like a blow, knocking her off balance more than any slap or insult ever had.
Kendra apologizing?
She swallowed, her throat dry. "What?"
Kendra sighed, shifting slightly on the bed as if the movement itself was exhausting. "I said I'm sorry. For everything. For how I treated you. For the things I said. For the things I did."
Avery's heart pounded. She searched Kendra's face for the lie, the manipulation, the cruel twist of a smirk that usually followed whenever she spoke. But there was nothing. No malice. No gloating. There was nothing.
Kendra let out a small, bitter laugh. "You don't believe me."
Avery didn't know how to answer.
Could she believe her?
