Harley held her breath, tiptoeing towards his chair; leery of what he’d say when she offered up the comfort she longed to give him. She crouched low on the white tile, settling one of her trembling hands on top of his fingers. She gripped his knuckles, pouring her love through him with that one simple gesture. She’d never physically apologized for what she’d done to him, never apologized for ruining his life either. But maybe she
could
at least apologize for not being there for him the way she should have been. She’d been selfish, worried about herself, her own issues. It was time to change that, especially since her problems were nowhere near as bad as his were…
Luckily, no words were needed. Her brother peered down at her. A sad, knowing smile passed over his mouth, while his way-too-feminine-to-be-male eye lashes blinked once…twice…three times in what she hoped was acceptance of her non-verbal version of an apology.
As twins, they’d never actually needed words to communicate with one another.
Harley needed him to know that she should have been the one in that chair instead him. Not the star athlete. Not the boy who everyone adored. Not the boy whose smile infected everyone around him with a plague of happiness. It’d been Harley’s selfishness that created this mess, and no matter what, she’d be the one to
fix it.
Heather Van Fleet
Heather Van Fleet currently resides in northern Illinois, with her three daughters, Kelsey, Emma, and Isabella, and her fabulous hubby (and high school sweetheart) Chris, with whom she’s been blissfully married to now for ten plus years. She’s a stay at home mom by day, and an avid and completely obsessive writer and reader by night.