Taking the tube inside of my palm and pulling slowly as it slide its way out of my insides. I stood and walked to the window. I watched them messing around. It looked like whatever problems they had, they had put them behind them. “Brodie and Jackson are descendants of Milly. That’s why I feel a link to them.” It was the only thing that made sense. I was too much older than them for anything else to be possible. Jackson rugby tackled Brodie, and the pair shifted in mid-air and rolled across the ground together like a never-ending ball of yarn. I turned to Dad when he didn’t speak.
“I promised to keep it a secret. I’ve never even told your mother the whole story.” His gaze shifted from me to the floor.
“You’re too far into the story now, not to tell me the whole thing.” There was a note
