Le… Leonardo looked different, totally different. Unhinged, like the last thread holding it all together has snapped. And even though he looked scary right now, I felt… I felt sorry for him.
He was hurt. They were both lashing out. I understand the pain they were both feeling all too much. My father and I don't get along. We never did. Even when I was a little girl. So this situation right now was hard to watch, and my chest hurts too damn much.
So even though they had said a lot of things–some that didn't make sense–my heart still reached towards both of them, and… and Alexander’s words kept echoing in my head. He was in love with me? Me? And for how long?
I will ask those questions later, but for now…
“You’re both hurting,” I whispered, looking at Leonardo before I looked at Alexan
