The Harrington Series Book#2: Naila's Misfortune

Epilogue

Levi's POV
"How is she?" I asked when I met the doctor in the hallway.

I come to see her everyday during my lunch breaks and I spend the night in her room after work. It is the least I can do.

"It's hard to say but what your sister needs isn't a doctor but a psychologist. She's suffering from emotional pain."

That is the worst kind of pain.

"Thank you for everything you've done for her."

"You are welcome Doctor Monáe. If I may add, you can take her home. There is nothing more we can do for her here."

That sounds like music to my ears. For years now my wildest dream has been to tell her she is my sister. But my biggest worry is how she will receive the news. With everything that has happened  to her, she doesn't need any more pain.

But is knowing she has a whole other family any consolation? Will knowing that she has a sister who looks and behaves like her serve as consolation? Will knowing that her mother is the most evil woman alive and the Monáes are crazier than the Bellingerres help her situation?

I'm not sure.

I took a deep breath wondering why Darcia isn't with me. We had agreed to do it together but if there is one thing Naila will soon realize, it is we aren't that loyal to each other. In our family it's everyone for themselves.

"Hey sunshine!" I greeted her with a big smile that was met with a glare. She is angry. "I brought apples. There's green and red. Which would you prefer?"

"None." She answered flatly putting off the gleamer of hope within me.

But I am not easily deterred. "Alright. How about strawberries?"

"How about you leave me the hell alone."

I have experience with her kind thanks to the two others I live with. All it takes is patience. Taking her hands into mine, I gazed into the sad grey eyes.

"I know it hurts-"

"Have you lost a child before?" She cut me off.

"No... But-"

"Go away." She yanked her hands out of mine.

The women in my family are ill natured. The men are calmer. I weighed my words carefully realizing that I have to just come out and be honest. We have to address our problem at some point.

"Naila, what happened was tragic. I'm sorry. But what matters is that you're alive."

"You should have let me die."

I quickly gripped her shoulders.

"I couldn't. I pulled you out of there because I wanted you to live."

"And you let my son die!" She yelled, shoving me aside and rising to her feet.

For someone who had grown so frail she is still quite strong. Her strength is obviously being fueled by her rage. I found her burnt pretty badly. It took several months of reconstructive surgeries to get her back to who she was. She will keep a few scars that cant be fixed but this rage is concerning.

"What was I supposed to do? Save the kid and leave you? What then? How would he exist without his mother?"

"How do you expect me to live without Bas?"

"How did you expect me to live without you?" I asked softly prompting her to calm down. "I made a decision to save you not the kid because I care about you more. I could only save one of you and I chose you."