Chapter Seventeen

I lay still on the bed of the plane's cabin, my fingers balled into fists as Roman's confession slowly sinks in my muddled brain.

After departing from the carnival, we drove around the city for a while before Roman took me into a high-end restaurant at the heart of the city. He has been a gentleman opening my door, taking my hand, and pulling the chair for me. He even let me order my food while he order his. It was peaceful, both of us deep in our thoughts. He didn't even push me of my whereabouts in the last few days.

And now here I am confused, sad, and angry.

Caleb is sick.

I'm not.

Having it as a suspicion sounds impossible but now that Roman confirmed it, I don't know how to react or feel. I'm happy that I'm not sick like what my family had to lead me to believe my whole life. But I'm also sad for Caleb. He's my brother after all. Though the more I think about my ruined childhood, I can't help but rouse the slumbering hatred buried deep i