"We know," Hope whispered softly as she watched Francesca. She sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand in her own.
"They all knew, didn't they?" Francesca whispered. "That's why they're so protective. That's why they're so possessive. They knew and they didn't think to tell us, did they?" Her voice was laced with bitterness as she looked up at Hope with tear filled eyes.
"I don't think they knew how," Hope said honestly. She was giving Finn the benefit of the doubt, but in her heart she agreed with Francesca, it was a bitter pill to swallow when you knew that everyone was keeping secrets from you.
Gavin was lying next to Francesca and he let his hand gently touch her arm, hoping to provide comfort but Francesca jumped at the contact. She scrambled out of bed and glared at him, her
