Beatrice's pov

I stood to the side as my mother scolded my stepfather.

"Lewis, what were you thinking giving her that kind of information?" She asked,

I stayed silent as I watched the drama unfold, my stepfather ran his hands through his hair as he sighed.

"Miranda, I couldn't keep lying to the girl any longer. She needed to know the truth."

"Not right away. You did a good job keeping it away for so long, why stop now?" My mother insisted.

"Drop it! That girl has been through a lot and you know I needed to tell her." He snapped, "if you had done your job like a mother,...