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TWENTY EIGHT

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After dinner, the brothers all sat with Kayla in the sitting room. They could tell that she wanted to tell them something but they did not say anything leaving her to gather her thoughts.

.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kayla took a deep breath, the air catching in her throat. "There's… there's something I need to tell you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The brothers leaned forward, their attention focused on her. "We're listening, Kayla," Alistair said gently, his eyes filled with reassurance.

Kayla's fingers tightened around each other, her knuckles turning white. "It's about my… my past," she began, her voice trembling. "In the orphanage…"

She paused, struggling to find the words, to articulate the horrors that had haunted her for so long. "It wasn't… it wasn't a good place," she continued, her voice barely a whisper. "I was… different."

She glanced up at them, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and vulnerability. "My eyes," she said, her voi
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