𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇- spencer reid ✔️

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. It was the first time that Celia had ever seen them rendered speechless. She understood, though. It wasn't easy learning that your entire life was a lie. 

"She could be lying," Nathan suggested. Although Celia knew as well as anyone that Isabelle Clairmont couldn't be trusted, she believed her. She didn't have a reason to, but Celia knew that she wouldn't have made that stuff up, no matter how desperate she was to cause a rift between them. The pain in her voice was something that couldn't be fabricated. She may have been a monster, but Isabelle Clairmont did care for her sister, that much was obvious. "He wouldn't have-" he cut himself off by shaking his head. "It's not true."

"I don't think so Nathan," Celia replied. She would usually be the first person to agree, but she knew she was telling the truth. She could feel it. "Her story makes sense. Who else would have had the ring?"

"It could have been a fake," he argued. 

"Where would someone find a ring like this?" Sebastian questioned, spinning his family ring around his index finger. Out of everyone, he was the one who wore his ring the most. Celia's was buried in a jewelry box somewhere and never wore hers. "Grandad got them all custom made at the same jeweller ages ago. It would be impossible to get a fake."

"Okay, so let's say she's telling the truth," Nathan started, crossing his arms over his chest. "If she's dead, then that's obviously not the person going around stabbing people."

"No, but it's someone who knows about it," Sebastian retorted. 

"Someone like her kid?" Celia suggested, and both head shot toward her. She may have omitted that detail originally. 

"She had a kid?" Seb asked, and Celia nodded slowly. 

"How do you know?" Nathan demanded. He was taking this harder than they were. Probably because it was his mother who'd told them everything, and he didn't trust a single thing she said. Not since she landed him in the hospital and nearly killed him. 

"Because your mother said she was pregnant when she met her." Nate flinched at the word mother, like he couldn't fathom the fact that he had one of those. In a way, he hadn't had one in a long time. Isabelle Clairmont may have loved her son, but she treated him like a show pony, flaunting him to everyone in hopes that he would make them proud, and he never did. Nate's parental issues stemmed deeper than the fact that they were insane, because they spent hid entire life drilling it into his head that he was a disappointment. Isabelle tried her hardest to not end up like her father, and she ended up becoming just like him, treating her son the exact same way that he treated her. The only difference was that she thought she was genuinely doing what was best for him, and that was a scary thought. 

"So there's another one of us out there?" Celia nodded again, and Seb resorted to spinning the ring on his finger. He was no doubt trying to think up a way for him to fix all of this, but it wasn't possible. He couldn't fix this one. Their family was already falling apart, and everything they ever knew about them was a complete and total lie. 

"I guess I was right about there being another handsome grandson, huh?" Nathan smirked, as if trying to make a bad thing slightly better. Their whole worlds had been turned upside down, but Celia could always count on Nathan to try and make it slightly more bearable. Sebastian scoffed, "And here I was thinking that you were the worst of the bunch," he said to Nathan, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Nathan held a hand over his house with a wide smile, "Aw, Seb. I think that might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"I don't think he meant that as a compliment," Celia pointed out to her cousin, who merely shrugged. "He didn't blatantly insult me, which is the closest thing as praise for our dear Sebastian here."