POV: Mallory Datford

"How could you do this to me?" I bursted in anger.

My mother flinched in hearing my tone. I wasn't trying to be rude. I was ju- just fed up. Why shouldn't I be?y life was a mess. It still is!

"Walk with me," she said softly.

She sounded... hurt. I didn't mean to do anything.

~*~

POV: Andrea Zagato

"How could you do this to me?"

I could sense that she was not just talking about now.
But for everything.
She was bitter, full of sorrow. She was bitter because of betrayl.

I owed her an explanation, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything.

But I needed to say something. Anything.
For her.
For them.

I nodded slowly, "Walk with me."

~*~

"Get in the car," I said like a robot.

Mallory looked at me confused, but obeyed me.

"You want to know everything?"

She nodded.

"This is going to be confusing, crazy, and dramatic."

Mallory nodded once again.

"I don't want to hurt you," I whispered a tear trailing down my face.

I felt a hand touch mine. "I know, I just, I need to understand."

I sighed, "Yeah, I- you deserve this. Especially after everything you've been through. I'm just scared..."

"Of-?"

"I don't want to lose you," Then it dawned on me, "I don't wanna lose you again. Your parents, the ones who adopted you, have been so kind to us. To take you in. I don't want to lose you to them, but I don't want you to chose me over them."

I felt my shirt getting wet. I looked down to see Mallory resting her head against me, my shirt soaking up the tears.

"I'm not going to leave you mom," she said her voice cracking, "I promise."

Okay here goes nothing.

"I was born..."

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