"Stop," Brooke said. "Indie, it's not your fault. Please don't think it is. You didn't know he was your brother."

"But he is," Indianna mumbled. "And he... You... He-"

"Indianna," Brooke said softly. "What happened to me happened, I can't change that and it was nothing to do with you. Please, don't think it was. I would lie and say that I'm fine, but I think Harry would kill me if he heard me lying about it again, I'm not fine about what happened, but it's not your fault." Brooke grabbed ...