Maximus:
"You know you can speak with me, brother," I said to Norman, who was standing in the backyard with me.
I had seen him come out and stand there, looking at the empty area where Helanie had once run away with her mother. It was just empty now. Everyone was, all of us, our hearts, our emotions. There were no dreams left. But we had to remind ourselves that she could come back any day. We could go and see her.
Last night, even though I was upset that she had decided to leave, I realized it was necessary for her to go for her own safety. I could not be selfish enough to ask her to stay somewhere she no longer wanted to be.
"What if Emmet was on her side? What if Kaye believed that her mother was the victim? Would she have stayed then?" Norman asked, pouting and frowning.
I had not thought of it that way.
"I’m pretty sure she left because they were pretty much under attack, and everyone wanted them dead," I said, staring at my brother, who probably had deeper thoughts than I did.
"Why do I feel like my two brothers not standing beside her made her feel weak? Maybe she was wondering if we would also turn on her one day," he asked, turning to me. His eyes were red. He was restless, just like the rest of us.
But it was also true that I was extremely angry with Kaye and Emmet. Then again, I wasn’t sure if they were truly to blame.
"Norman, I’ve been meaning to talk with you, but I never got the time for it," I said, gesturing at the benches in the backyard so we could talk in peace.
"What is it?" he asked, steadily walking to the bench and sitting down.
I joined him, sitting across the table.
"I’ve been noticing Emmet’s behavior, and some things don’t make sense to me. There are too many inconsistencies in the stories being told about him."
I watched Norman slowly straighten up in his seat. I knew he loved all of us deeply, but he had always had a stronger connection with Emmet than with the rest of us younger siblings. That was also because we were a mess, and Emmet had always been his support and shoulder to rely on.
"Tell me more," Norman insisted.
"So Emmet is supposed to forget things, but he remembers Azura. Fine. That’s okay. It’s a curse, I understand, and she also cursed him on top of it. But the way he flip-flops, it seems like there’s more. And why didn’t he remember that he pushed Helanie in the well?" I asked.
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