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Bridget Kelly stood next to her brother-in-law. She was now ready to tell the truth, after such a long time. It was difficult for her. So often Bridget thought she should tell him the truth—only she didn't dare. Because of Macawi; he was a dangerous guy.
She could feel her heart beating in her throat. She didn't know how to say it; it was incredibly hard. Her hands felt ice-cold with the fear, she cupped them together in an effort to warm herself up a bit.
She sighed and looked at the floor in embarrassment.
He wanted to give her the time she needed to tell him it. No matter what it meant. He swallowed, but said nothing.
Andrew symbolized so much for Bridget. In recent months, he had been her life. But it was so wrong! He was the man of her lost sister.
Now she swallowed. Bridget looked up and watched Andrew very closely. She loved the man's eyes. Thus, she had found it so incredibly difficult to tell him the truth. Should I really tell him? Is it mandatory to tell him? she thought.
Andrew was getting impatient. What going here on? What's wrong with her?
It was a Saturday morning. The two had just had breakfast together. It was so nice. They've cleared the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher together. Now the tension was palpable. Something indefinable was going on and he was starting to get afraid.
"Andrew, we have to talk." Bridget made a gesture and together they went into the living room.
Finally, she told him the truth. She looked him in the eye; she'd never seen that expression on his face before... It was a mixture of anger, sadness, and betrayal. Bridget gradually got fearful.
Nevertheless, he spoke softly, almost tenderly. "I... have to think about this. Siobhan would never change herself. She was never like you. You both are really twins?"
She nodded and smiled at him slightly.
He swallowed a moment and then spoke again, "The time we both had together was really great and indescribably beautiful. But in spite of everything— everything was built on a lie. A big lie. Why didn't you tell me? I mean, we've slept together! You should have told me. It was a secret, okay. I understand it. But I ask myself, don't you trust me?"
"Of course I trust you! But I don't know how I should tell you. I was afraid."
"I would have protected you."
"Yeah, Maybe. I just told you something about Bodaway Macawi, the guy who broke into the apartment. He was dangerous. Too dangerous for us all." She looked deep into his eyes and saw a little pity there.
"Siobhan— I mean, Bridget, I think I fell in love with you. In spite of everything. I need some time for Juliet and me to get over it. I think it's best if you take off for a little while." He cocked his head to one side and just looked at her for a moment. There was a shine of tears in her eyes, which made him swallow hard again.
"I understand," Bridget said softly. "I hope we can build a friendship. "
"Maybe more," he whispered. His gaze was still fixed on her. He suppressed the thought of taking Bridget in his arms.
"Your friendship would enough for me."
"Time will tell..." Andrew said. "I thank you for being a better mother to my daughter than her own stepmother has ever been."
"You don't need to thank me," Bridget assured him. "It's time to pack my things and see where I'm going. Please tell Juliet she can contact me anytime. If you don't lock the phone."
He raised an eyebrow. "Nonsense. As long as you promise me that the phone bill won't skyrocket, like Juliet does, I'm fine with it. I have your number, so I can reach you at any time."
Bridget laughed. "No, I've left that phase behind me." She left him, went into the bedroom, sat on the bed, resting her head in her hands and took a deep breath.
What should she do now? Whom should she contact? Should she call Agent Machado?
She let her tears flow freely and noticed Andrew, who was in the hallway watching her. He hurried into the room and then he was beside her, pulling her into his arms. He didn't like to see her suffer so. Even if it was her fault.
She turned to him and looked him straight in the eye. With his thumb he gently stroked away her tears and tenderly kissed her on the forehead. He leaned down and lightly kissed her lips.
She let him kiss her for a moment, then she gently pushed him away. "I think we should leave it until we are sure about our feelings."
He sighed against to her lips. "I think this will be hard. I'm addicted to you." He kissed her again.
"But this was all built on a lie." She looked at him and pushed him away to get up. He stood as well, getting closer and stopping a few inches from her. "Please. Don't make it harder for us than it already is!" Bridget took her bag and grabbed some of her stuff, gathering what she would need in the near future.
Only the question was still whom should she call?
She chose Victor Machado. But how would he react? It wouldn't be easy. That was sure.
To be Continued?