Brandy's POV
A jagged, uncontrollable sob suddenly bubbles out of my throat as the dam on my long suppressed emotions finally breaks. I start to cry, great, heaving sobs that makes the two women gasp as they rush to wrap me in their arms, anchoring me between them.
‘Oh my God! Bran! What’s wrong?’ Celeste asks desperately, her arms holding me tightly to her as I cry uncontrollably. ‘What did we say wrong to her?' she gasps at Rory before focusing back on me once more. 'We didn’t mean to upset you! Don't cry, we're sorry!’
I shake my head, trying to smile through the hot, blur of tears, streaking down my cheeks. ‘Nothing,’ I choke out, my chest aching with the emotional release. ‘You didn’t say anything wrong. I don’t even know why I’m crying, I just . . . I never had people care before
