Muna’s POV.
The boys offered little comfort despite them sitting next to me. I pulled myself up to rest on the head of the bed, figuring which way to relate to them the offense I committed.
“Are you sure you can sit up right now?”
Dylan asked, offering a hand to help me sit properly. I nodded my head, shrugging his hands from my arms.
We returned to our the silence, closing my eyes to let my mind think better. The silence felt threatening, closing me in on all sides, and watching my struggled to fight back.
It was my end game. I won the battle but lost the war.
“I have a confession to make,” I said, gathering my will to speak up on my dirty secrets. The twins looked at each other before returning their gaze to me.
They nodded their as they moved closer to me.
“Go on,” Dylan said
