Blood in the Glass

I didn't regret it. Not one bit. I'd do it again if I had to. So why was I so messed up about it? After fifteen years, my secrets had finally caught up to me. After fifteen years of pretending, I'd snapped. I'd done the unthinkable for my brothers. I'd do it again. I'd do anything to protect my siblings, and yet I'd failed time and time again. My secrets found me. The tips of my fingers trembled, aching and begging to slice all the memories out of my body. My heart sank behind a ...