Chapter 39

"You don't have anything to apologize for." I cast my gaze to James who had spoke, his eyes glassy as he looked at me. "It's all of us that should be apologizing." "No, it's me who should be." I looked to Andrew and began furiously shaking my head. "No, it was my choice. None of you guys could have known." Andrew abandoned whatever he was cooking on the stove and closed the few feet between us, wrapping me up in his arms. Honestly, it felt so right. I had never had love growing up, never had affection in any form of sorts, and this broke the dam within me. I felt arms wrapping around my back, the scent signaling James and Philip had joined our pathetic attempt at a hug. Tears just poured out of me, everything spinning through my head. Memories, so many memories flashing through my vision. I knew it was the witch within me, as my eyes glazed and flashed white. They all began seeing the memories I was seeing, the same memory on repeat. It was the day I met Wesley, and how my mother react