Sheila's point of view
I was left alone in my chamber, crippling to the floor. The door suddenly clicked open, I lifted my head up to find Morgan at the door. The tears that I had imprisoned rushed out forcefully, before I could stop myself, I was up on my feet racing to him. Instantly falling into his arms.
Morgan engulfed me, his hands holding me firmly, as more tears escaped my eyes.
When I got much control of my emotions, my blue eyes pulled to meet him.
"I really didn't do it…" I counted my words, hoping someone at least believes me.
Morgan remained silent, his silence shattering my heart. He was the only one I had hope in.
Quietly, he led me to my bed. I was seated and Morgan crouched before me. His bright emerald green irises were indecipherable just like his brother.
Morgan
