"What's going on in my mind?" I whisper, feeling very small and fragile. "I'm not sure, you're very quiet. Sometimes I have to look over and make sure you're still breathing." he chuckles softly, his eyes flickering back to the television, but I don't find this funny at all. "Do you...do you think I'm...crazy?" I mumble, scared to ask the question. He then clicks the television off, turning towards me and grabbing my hands. He flinches at the coldness they hold. "I don't think you're crazy, if anything, I think everyone around you is crazy, and you're the only sane one." Withdrawing my hands from his, I shakily grasp onto the locket that sits against my chest. Bringing it up to my lips, I rub the cold hard metal against them before letting it rest on my chest again. Finally looking up into his eyes, I allow a single tear to trail down my face as I say, "I just don't know if I can do it anymore." His eyes now hold worry and sadness. "Yes, you can. I know you can." Shaking my head, I stand up weakly and turn to go. "No, you don't understand. I don't think I want to do it anymore."
On the day Valencia D'Angelo was born, she was swapped with Alessia. No one knew about the incident, it wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't planned but it happened. No one suspected anything.
No one questioned anything until they got a call from LAPD saying a girl named Valencia needed someone to take custody of her. They doubted it until they saw her. She had their mother's beautiful brown eyes and their father's features.
Four of the youngest brothers didn't like her, they felt as if they were betraying the sister they grew up with if they were to get to know Valencia.
She had to live with them or go into foster care. No one except the eldest brother of the Family knew she was going to live with them for three month and then make a decision whether to stay or not.
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