Edwina's POV...
As soon as I stood up, I could feel Alex's hands on my wrist. I glanced at him, and it was one of those moments when you don't communicate with your mouth or your lips, but your mind, body, heart, and soul does all the communication.
I could see him asking me.
"Are you sure about this?" When he held my wrist, I could feel our soul connect to the inner part of our being. I wasn't sure about this but hearing my sister speak for the first time, I saw her for who she truly was. She is a fighter just like me, who had learned to hide in the shell of self-denial and perfectionism.
She had been abused by her own father, my father. The man I assumed to be biased toward me and had loved her more. But that wasn't love, and if it was so, I am glad he didn't get to show me that kind
