*Nina*
“Kate... it’s not your fault,” Owen says, taking my hand. It’s our last rehearsal.
“How? I helped raise a monster... a killer.” I pull my hand from him. “But I still see him as my baby brother... I still see him crying when I left for work... he is the one who taught me what love is... he taught me, and now he has taken it away.”
We both stop and look at Nate in the stands, waiting for some kind of response. One of the others starts clapping, but Nate holds up his hand, stopping her.
“Oh, you hated it.” I feel myself kind of deflate.
Nate gets up, walking towards the stage. “No, no... it was fantastic... but... it’s just...”
“Thanks, I feel good about it,” Owen says with a big smile, as always not really getting it.
“You are missing something... right?” I think I know what Na
