Eleven

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.”

Anais Nin~

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Keenan's POV

“We should go,” Taylor’s voice cuts our discussion short and we both turn to her, but her eyes remains on me, and I can tell she's getting bored out with watching me and Rory exchange greeting, “if we want to have lunch before picking Reign up from school.”

Rory brow furrows as he gets a little lost in her words and like always his curiosity gets the best of him and he immediately asks. “Who’s Reign?”

Taylor's eyes leave mine and move to him with a neutral expression and she replies. “She’s our daughter.”

The blood on Rory's face vanishes and he stares at both of us in utmost surprise and even though my conscience is screaming to not partake in this outrageous act, there is nothing I can do about it now.

Taylor is in the right place of telli