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"I wanted him to come back," I rejoiced, feeling the tears again burning in my eyes, but I held them tight. "I prayed for so many days and nights that I can't remember, Colton. I asked him to come back and I could find out the truth. I always felt bad for thinking that Suzane would have killed him, and I wanted to know the whole truth, before it eroded me. If I had never asked for his return, if I had never made him feel like I wanted him around, none of this would be happening. My father should have told him that I never let his memory be forgotten. They should comment that my mother and I did not take the idea of Suzane not being move by her death. He must have thought he was still loved and loved. But he wasn't. We didn't know who my brother really was. We didn't want to see, despite the signs. Ah, Colton, I regret it so much.”

I couldn't contain those tears anymore, and they ran out salty, heavy and hot. In a second Colton's hand was already caressing my hair, and a kiss was plant