#Chapter 91: A Little Late To Start Acting Nice

I’m heartbroken and humiliated. Even the producers and handlers working for Miles can see that, and start ushering the camera crews away. There are conversations that need to be had, likely therapists that need to be hired. But none of that needs to happen right here. “I love you, Iris, and you, Violet,” I say. “That has not and will never change.” Iris rubs the back of her hand over her eyes and nose. “Whatever,” she says. “I’m going back to the swings. Come on, Violet.” I’m entirely frozen in place as Violet pries away from me and follows her sister to the playground. Miles comes to stand beside me. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. His presence is a calming source of strength. It helps pick me back up again, at least for now. “I’m sorry about this,” I tell him. He shakes his head. “She doesn’t know yet that you’re doing the right thing for your whole family. Deep down, she knows you love her though, despite what she says. And I’m sure she loves you too,