"Hailey?" Uncle Pete shot up from his seat, a worried look on his face as he approached me. I sidestepped, avoiding any contact with him and walked upstairs to my room, not saying to him.

Anger boiled and brewed as this sense of betrayal did.

He would know. Uncle Pete would know it wasn't Jared who had taken advantage of me.

He had always known of Jerome, after all he was their uncle. No wonder Jared had been angry and confused that day at the restaurant.

It was because it wasn't him. Yet no ...