Katherine sat on the edge of her bed, a wooden hairbrush in hand as she pulled it slowly through her waves. She stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror, watching her own thoughtful expression. A frown tugged lightly at her lips.
"I can't keep it like this forever…" she murmured under her breath.
She exhaled slowly, setting the brush down and folding her hands in her lap.
The twins.
She'd done her best to give them a stable, happy life. They were still so young—innocent, sweet, and full of wonder. But the older they got, the more questions they asked. About their father. About why it was always just the three of them. She couldn't keep deflecting forever.
They deserve the truth, she thought. But how do you explain something like this?
She bit her lower lip, her brows knitting with worry.
