” I told him quickly standing up.“Cousin, I'm sorry.”“Also I think we might be to old to be sharing a bed still.” I didn't want to say these...things, I could see the hurt of a broken heart in his eyes. He went down the hall to his room and closed the door.I pulled the covers off of my bed and lay in the middle of my floor, I was so ashamed of what had happened in my bed that I didn't want to sleep in it. As I fell asleep, I thought I heard someone in my room but I was to tired to move. I felt Mo. I’d rescued them from the CIA’s clutches. I had seriously doubted that I’d be successful at a couple points, fearing one or more of them would be injured or worse.I looked at each of my girls in turn, seeing their smiling faces as they gabbed, ate, laughed, and teased.Sigh. I wished that I could feel as happy, but my mood was swinging from elation to melancholy. So much death today. Of course, Don’s hit me the hardest, but I couldn’t get the vacant look of Drew’s stare out of my head, nor the. “There’s no subjectivity. I can’t paint my expression in them. Not when I have to mimic the real world. I don’t get to pour any of my truths into them. Instead, I have to paint other’s truths. Reality’s boring truths. I miss it so much. It was nice dancing before the faerie, and I do get to create such wondrous art while making love to my brother and his women, but ... but ... I truly find joy in painting. It’s been over a year since I held a brush, Ealaín.“A year!”“Yes, it’s hard to pursue. Would you wait here? I’m going to tell her and I want you here to back me up. I think she’ll listen to you.”I nodded. I cared enough for Kara that I wanted her to get better. She’d helped me so much that I had to do what I could to help her. Nancy got up and went upstairs to get Kara and bring her down to the living room. Kara sat next to her mom on the sofa, and I sat on the loveseat.“Kara, honey, Steve thinks you should go see Doctor Mercer, the lady who helped him with his problems.”“What?.