Nathan stood nearby the whole time, watching the scene unfold before him. He felt nothing. Not because he had no heart. He still couldn't feel any connection with his mom. He thought it wasn't just him, his brothers felt the same way.
Except for Nael, who looked utterly devastated. His twin was hugging Natasha, refusing to let go. Then he buried his face in his hands. Nael's shoulders shook with every sob. Nathan felt a strange, heavy tightness in his chest, but he didn't cry.
He watched the way Hale rubbed Nael's back, and the way the other brothers stood in a circle, staring at the ground.
For Nathan, this farewell was different. He looked at Natasha, the woman who was his mother but also a complete stranger. He had spent seventeen years in an orphanage, wondering why he was unwanted.
