Aliana’s POV

I looked at Sandy, watching as he tried to crack an egg with both hands, completely unaware of the weight of this conversation.

Then, in a voice so soft I barely recognized it as mine, I whispered,

"I never stopped."

Mercy’s face softened, her teasing gone.

She reached out, squeezing my hand gently.

"Then what are you so afraid of?" she asked.

I let out a shaky laugh, blinking away the burning feeling in my chest.

"Everything." I said.

Once breakfast was ready, Mercy and I set the table.

Kyle and Desmond were already waiting, chatting about something quietly.

Sandy climbed into his chair, his little feet swinging...