Rhyson
“Charlotte and Bryan were wonderful,” Emily said softly. “We couldn’t give our real names, and we couldn’t come up with fake ones. We were so scared to talk to anyone. They were the ones who named us Christa and Carla. I think, to this day, they still assume that Gemma and I are sisters. Rhyson, I don’t want you to think that I forgot our parents.”
“No,” I broke in, my throat tightening. “No, I don’t think that at all. You do not need to apologize for surviving. I would like to meet them and thank them for taking care of you.”
Gemma and Emily exchanged looks. “We spoke to them last night after London told us the news. We needed someone to talk to. We ended up telling them everything,” Gemma confessed. “It was a long night of confessing, but they would love to meet you as well.”
