Chapter 69

-Willow-

I didn't like that Cain was drinking. He had been so good after leaving not to drink a drop, or so he had told me. The last time he came home drunk, he was hard to deal with. However, something was clearly bothering the twins. They downed the first glass, then clinked together the second one before downing that as well. When a third followed, I grew impatient.

"Okay, I need to know what is going on," I told them as we had taken our seats in the living room.

The two of them turned to me, but they looked unsure of what to even say.

"You two are freaking me out. What is going on?" I asked.

"We are still processing it," Cain admitted.

"What? What are you processing?"

"That our entire life has been a lie," he replied before he downed his fourth glass.

"I need more," I insisted.

"Tell her," Carter urged, downing his drink as well.

"Yes, please tell me."

"Apparently, our mother has had a visitor since our dad's funeral."

"A visitor?"

"Someone to warm her bed," Carter cla