Wheeling Gull Isle The Twin Thing

“Yes, Malakai.” He winces.

He missed being babied and coddled by his family. He found himself quite limited in his willingness to function without their consistent reassurance. It was hard to get that when they weren’t around as frequently. He fantasized about acting out, throwing a fit, drowning in the waves, running away, doing anything to get all the attention back on him! Existing as Judah wasn’t enough anymore! Didn’t anyone care about his needs?!

But the sharpness in Kai’s look cuts. Eyes upon his twin are wide with remorse for even questioning.

“I do have faith, Mal. In you.” He always would.