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I’m so confused. I have no idea what I’m doing.

Glancing at the two, I sigh. “I can’t believe you guys didn’t tell me.” I pause. “How would you react if you were in my position?”

“Probably like an animal,” Elijah replies nonchalantly.

I snort and punch his shoulder.

“So … will you forgive us?” Her voice trails off with excitement.

Yes or no, Trinity?I really want to say yes to these guys. But I’m afraid I don’t know the full story.

“Maybe,” I stutter. “Sort of, not fully yet.”

Elijah and Amelia bounce up in joy. High-fiving each other, they glance down at me with an evil glint in their eyes.

A second later, I land on my bed with a squeal. Their arms squeeze me as they let out laughs.

“We love you, Trinity. Thank you, thank you!” Amelia rushes out.

“Fuck, I missed your ugly face,” Elijah mutters in my shoulder.

When he stuffs his face in my neck, I die from both their weights combined on my body.

“She has the face of an angel,” Amelia snarks back at her brother.

These two will drive me insane, but I love them … and their stupid brother. My mind immediately goes back to him. Wrenching my heart into two once again.

As they pull away, my gut swirls with dread as I spot the frowns on their faces.

“What?” I eye the two.

“It’s Leonidas,” Amelia says. “He’s not well.”

THIRTY-NINE

TRINITY

“What do you mean, he’s not well?” I stutter, staring at them in shock. “Is he sick? He’s dying, isn’t he?” I panic, jumping off my bed.

I wasted so much time, so much time overthinking. What if Leonidas is sick? Is he going to be taken away from me too? My life is really a cruel joke.

“He hasn’t come out of his room in days. I don’t even think he’s eaten, Trinity,” she explains. Concern dripping from her tone. “Who knows what he has in there? Please help him.”

“What would I be able to do?” I ask.

We’re not exactly on good terms.

“Trinity, we haven’t heard his voice in days. You need to come over and see if he’ll talk to you,” Elijah practically begs and takes a step closer to where I stand. “I’m not telling you to get married to him. Just please see if he’s okay and get some food in his stomach.”

It’s a straightforward decision that I’m going to Leonidas. I love him and wish nothing but the best for him. That doesn’t mean I’m getting back together with him. I just need to know if he’s okay. Or else I’ll be obsessing over it all night.

I nod my head at the two, and instant relief crosses their faces.

“You’re the best, Trinity,” they both say.

“I know,” I joke.

Running down the stairs with the two of them right behind me, I wince when my eyes land on Rodrigo practically dry-humping Mom on the couch.