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"I’d like to believe you, but I can’t take that chance You deserve er" She paused "I need you to leave, Dalton Please"

Odd, how quiet it was She expected to hear one of their hearts shattering like tinkling glass, but even the birds had hushed, respecting the ain" He walked to his pickup and drove away

Raven went inside the house and told herself over and over she had done the right thing The only thing

It still tore her apart

Chapter twenty-eight

Look at this! Reh "Yes And I remember the last thirty pictures you showedhours on the floor with old photo albums"

Tristan shot him a look and took a sip of coffee "You’re just pissed I found the evidence froround his teeth, cheeks flushed "I did not fucking put on a Snow White costuet hiether "Sure, Cal Whatever you want to believe"

"Fuck you"

Dalton laughed, sharing a look with Tristan It was rare that Cal was the butt of the jokes, being the oldest Dalton had been the easiest target, always following his brothers around and trying to get their attention The natural domino effect in the household always ruled Cal tortured Tristan Tristan tortured Dalton And Dalton dealt

He looked over Tristan’s shoulder, sucking in his breath as he turned the page

His parents’ wedding photo

He reached out to gently touch the ies His mom and dad looked so happy Joyful sether like they were united against the world So optimistic about the future that lay before the couple," Tristan muttered

Cal stomped over, then knelt to peer closer "Dad looks relaxed And he’s showing teeth when he sether in silence, each caught up in his separate ht never knohat had happened between his parents to cause the in love with Raven showed hiuarantees You took your shot with the person you loved, and sometimes it didn’t work Sometimes it did Dalton realized in that otten a beautiful faambled on love

It was more than he’d ever done

Cal cleared his throat and stood up "Dudes, I’otten through half of the drawers"

"Fine, fine, stop the bitching" Tristan shut the photo album and pulled open the bottoh Dad’s stuff He was so da at us from up in heaven Or--"

"Don’t say it," Cal said

Dalton laughed His father had been cold, but there were still memories he treasured Not of the business oho ran an empire or the disciplinarian who demanded obedience, but of the rew bitter The man who played catch in the yard with thes when he was feeling creative The ht theed theain There were good ti on to