Page 57 of What the Heart Wants (Desires of the Heart 1)

I was ready to tell her that I loved her, and officially ask her to move in.

Was any of it real?

I break down. My men’s arms surround me.

I knew this was too good to be true.

Kyla wasn’t who I thought she was.

I feel my heart break for the second time.

There’s no getting over this.

Chapter Twenty-One

Kyla

By the time I am on the plane with Holly, I’m a wreck.

She had tried to ask what happened, but I could barely form the words. How could they think I would do something like that?

I never wanted to know who gave me their heart until I was ready, which is why I was keeping the letter with me until I was ready to read it.

Yesterday I woke up and everything was perfect.

How could everything fall apart so fast?

I ignore the looks of concern my friend throws my way throughout the flight and in the cab to the hotel.

She suggests I need a nap before the kids see me, but I just end up washing up so that I look presentable.

My life may be up in flames right now, but these kids need me, and I have to push my heartbreak to the back burner.

“Are you sure you don’t want to nap?” Holly asks as we leave the room.

I shake my head. “No, I need to see those kids. I’ll be fine,” I say while plastering on a fake smile.

“Okay, they are at their house with Terri-ann’s uncle Leo,” Holly says.

It isn’t very long before we pull up to their decently sized house. The memories of spending time with my friends flash through my mind.

Leo opens the door with a sad smile. He’s pushing eighty and is in no way capable to take care of three young kids who are triplets, especially if Logan is in bad shape. They are only four years old. The exhaustion is all over his face, but he is the only living family they have.

“It’s good to see you girls again, although unfortunately under these circumstances,” he says, and we each take out turns hugging them.

“We are here for whatever you need,” I say looking at him in the eye. I notice the tears that he is fighting back.

“The kids are in the living room watching a movie,” he says as he walks slowly to the living room.

“Auntie Holly, Auntie Kyla!” they each shout loudly.

I take my turns hugging them. “Sarah, I’m so sorry,” I whisper brokenly into her hair.

“Come here, Stanley.” The little boy rushes into my arms with a sob. I look up to see Mario crying in Holly’s arms.

These kids need our strength now.

“How’s Logan doing?” I ask Leo.

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