BRIANNA'S POV 

 

 

Being so emotional in front of Steph wasn't part of the deal, but it couldn't be helped. She was right there when I walked in, and keeping it from her seemed impossible. 

 

Her eyes ogled at me in a way I couldn't explain. In that moment, she looked no different from my mother. 

 

She had the same warm eyes and was kind as well. Thankful, she didn't try to pry. Tales about the man who gave birth to me weren't ones I loved to share with anyone.

 

Keeping it concealed within me was the perfect deal. Tears cascaded down my face in large torrents as I remained wrapped...