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Chapter Fourteen: Answers

Within minutes of departing I saw that Fed had already passed out from exhaustion, breathing lightly behind me and Dylan. I smiled as I watched him, pleased that I was able to convince him to rest and glad that he was finally getting the sleep he desperately needed. I turned back to the road, watching as Dylan swerved around branches and other debris.

"Let's finish our game," I suggested.

I still wanted to know more about myself and my family, but I was cautious about asking questions because I didn't know if Dylan was going to answer them honestly - there was a big chance that he could be lying to me.

I knew that that wasn't the real reason. I knew that deep down I was scared that Dylan would tell me the truth. And more than anything, I was scared of the truth.

I saw Dylan raise an eyebrow at me, smiling, before turning back to the road again.

"Hmm, I'm not sure I want to, princess, you haven't been very kind to me today," Dylan's smile grew to a grin while I rolled my eyes. It never ends.

"Fine," I shrugged, "I guess you will never know why I'm such a people pleaser then." I pretended to look back out of my window.

I wanted information on myself and my family desperately and if that meant answering all of Dylan's ridiculous questions, then I was willing to tell him anything. I could see Dylan smirking through the window reflection and his gaze flickering between me and the road ahead of him.

"Well then, what do you want to know?"

I smiled to myself, knowing I had persuaded him. I could feel my smile slowly fade when I thought about the questions I wanted to ask him - everything I wanted to know or didn't want to know about my life. Did I really want to know who I was? Who I was to Raine, to Connor, to my mom and dad? Did I want to know why I was important to Hendrix and to Dylan's organization? What if what Dylan is about to tell me tears me apart, destroys my relationships, brings danger to me and everyone I care about, and turns my world upside down? Would it be better to not know - to not go through the torment and suffering of dealing with what could be a new reality? Is knowing the truth worth it? Finally, I summoned up the courage to ask Dylan my most important question. The one question I was scared of more than anything.

"Is Raine my biological sister?" I blurted out quickly. I turned my head to face him, waiting for a response, but when he didn't, I scanned his face. As soon as I saw his face fall, I knew the answer to my question. Dylan sighed and swallowed before speaking up, but keeping his eyes on the road.

"Obsidian didn't tell me much. They only gave me a few files on you," he explained, "but no, you and Raine are not biologically related."

I let out a breath and turned my head down to face my lap. I'm not her sister. I'm not her sister. I never was. None of it was real. Everything, my entire relationship, my life, all of it was fake - a complete lie.

"Nora? Hey Nora, just breathe okay?" I heard Dylan say as he placed a hand on my back trying to comfort me. I didn't even notice that my breathing had started to become scattered as my chest heaved up and down.

"I know it's not ideal-" he tried to continue, but I cut him off.

"Ideal! Not ideal! I just found out that the girl who I thought was my sister for fourteen years isn't even related to me and all you can say is that 'it's not ideal'!"

I glared at Dylan through the tears that pooled in my eyes. I could feel myself crumbling into a pit of despair, one that I had been avoiding since I heard the name 'Tucker', but I didn't let my tears fall.