Mom was the first to react, tears spilling down her cheeks as she rushed to Leta. “Leta, sweetie, don’t be afraid! Mom is right here!”
Dad followed, his steps heavy with concern, an uncharacteristic softness breaking through his usually stoic demeanor. Even the most reserved of men could feel the weight of the moment and his eyes glistened with unshed tears.
Mom enveloped Leta in a tight embrace and Dad joined them, wrapping his arms around both of them, forming a protective barrier against the world.
Shawn, who had been watching from a distance, finally let out a breath he seemed to be holding. The love in his eyes for Leta was evident, practically shining through.
Nial glanced at me, shaking his head slowly, disappointment etched on his face. I didn’t respond, merely getting to my feet with a sense of shame weighing down on me.
A sharp pain shot through my ankle; I must have twisted it when I was pushed to the ground earlier. I tried to move in the opposite direction, but just as I took a few steps, someone yanked me back sharply.
I stumbled, turning to find Nial glaring at me, anger radiating from him.
“You’ve really let me down, Bronwyn. I can’t believe you did this.”