I made my way toward the triplets' room. After everything that’s happened today—the confrontations, the accusations, the anger—I needed to talk to them. I needed to see them. I know I wasn't in the mood before but I was now and I needed them to calm me down. I knocked lightly on the door, and in a few seconds, the door opened.
Trevor stood there with a tense expression on his face but the moment his eyes landed on me, his expression softened.
"Bri," he breathed, stepping aside to let me in. I walked inside, and my heart ached when I saw Kevin and Anthony. They were sitting on the edge of the bed, their postures stiff, their faces hard.
“Brianna,” Kevin said "We were just talking about you.”
I could see the guilt in their eyes. They all stood, as if unsure whether they should approac
