I always knew the Doyles were responsible for her death. However, I never really knew why—until now.
My entire life has been a lie.
“Why didn’t ya give me away?” I ask Connor, not wanting his sympathy. I just need to know why.
He shifts, flinching as he tries to stand. “’Cause I reared ya like my own.”
“Yer a Kelly, no matter what,” Uncle Sean says with love, offering a hand to his brother.
I suddenly feel sick to my stomach. I don’t even know who I am anymore. The man I’ve hated my entire life, the man I believed was responsible for all of this is actually the hero in this story?
It can’t be.
I need space. I need time to think.
Leaving behind the family who I now look at in a different light, I leave the barn, and the moment I walk outside, I tip my face to the skies and scream. I
