Chapter 46

• Only when Kieran and Ethan stepped into the room did I realize the horrible mistake I had made. I had kept an image of them in my mind, committing it to memory so that I might never forget them. They looked different from that image—eyes dark and haunted. I could see the toll my leaving had taken on them, and felt horrifically guilty. Part of me wanted to run into their arms, while the other part wanted to cower and beg for their forgiveness.
• Kieran's hair was still the same, short on the sides and long on the top. Ethan's hair had grown, almost grazing his shoulders. Apart from the pain in their eyes, they hadn't changed. Their scent filtered into the house, relaxing some of my nerves as it registered with my senses.
• Marcella stood behind them, nodding at me encouragingly, but I couldn't force myself to move. I felt absolutely ridiculous standing there in a floor-length nightgown. If the twins noticed my attire, they didn't show it. None of us moved, simply taking in the fact that they—we—were here, together.