"Wyatt, you're my sister. Did you expect me to just stand by and watch you get into trouble because of this burden?" Miles Vaughn's hands were shaking. If Wyatt hadn't managed to run out of the cabin in time, he would never have been able to forgive himself.
"I'm sorry, brother."
Wyatt Vaughn tightly gripped Miles Vaughn's hand. They were brother and sister. With their parents gone, they were the only blood relatives they had left in the world. They couldn't afford to lose each other.
Quincy patted Miles Vaughn's shoulder and whispered, "I'm sorry." Miles took a long time to calm down. Once his emotions had stabilized, he took a deep breath and slapped himself across the face.
"Brother!"
His slap didn't just startle Wyatt Vaughn; it startled everyone.
Miles Vaughn's eyes were bloodshot. He fell silent, regretting that he had shouted at Wyatt, and that he couldn't bring himself to accept a child.
