Fifty-Eight

Isobelle

Encountering the Bennett brothers was fate's decision but falling in love was ours. They all contributed a special element to our relationship, unrivaled qualities that were so unequivocally theirs. Mason provided the tenderness that my heart had always craved, teaching me how to love without limits. Lucas painted my world with colors and taught me to dream fearlessly. Grayson gave me the courage to be myself, and not be concerned with how others perceived me. Alex was my shield from all the horrors in the world. My protector and my security. He was the patriarch of our family, and without his structure and order, we would surely fall apart.

This cabin, with its treated timber and quaint furnishings, was our home. Our scent had merged within these walls, forming part of its essence. It was on every towel I held against my face, every cushion I relaxed upon, and every blanket I snuggled beneath.

That is why you can't stay mad at me, Alex Bennett, because you think the same way