Rejected, Then Wanted by My Triplet Alphas
Neva's POV
Ruth would not explain the photograph that night, claiming exhaustion, claiming the story deserved more time and care than either of us had left in us after such a long, emotionally shattering day. I let her postpone it, though every instinct screamed at me to press further, because something in her genuine, visible distress convinced me this particular truth was not one she could easily rush through even if I demanded it immediately. I recognized, even through my own fierce urgency, the particular exhaustion that comes from finally standing at the edge of a secret carried alone for far too long, and something in me, tired of demanding answers the way this world had so often deman