So what kind of brother did that make him? Absolutely useless.
“You’re really heartless, you know that? You turn your back on people without a second thought.”
Timothy had always prided himself on being a good friend to Vince, ever since they were kids.
“Not nearly as heartless as you.”
He was just standing up for his sister. “The moment you decided to hide her true identity—and then used it to blackmail her—what was left between you and the Zimmerman family? Maybe others didn’t know how desperately we wanted to find her, but you did, didn’t you?”
Timothy hesitated, then said quietly, “I just didn’t want to lose her.”
“So to keep her, you made the rest of us pay for your mistake?” The memory still made Vince’s blood boil. “I trusted you. I came to you for help, I told you everything. I didn’t do that so you could keep it a secret from us.”
Timothy couldn’t help but recall what Yates had told him: he was selfish.
And it was true.
That last remark—just now—had been nothing but selfishness.
“I’m sorry.”
He said it with real conviction. “Since I was a kid, my grandfather always taught me you have to fight for what you want, even if it means breaking the rules. I wanted her by my side, so I did whatever it took. No one ever told me it was wrong. I thought it was right. If you’re telling me now that I made a mistake—then say it. Tell me I was wrong.”
“I’ll change.”
He put real weight behind those words.
He meant it.
There was nothing he wouldn’t change, if it would make things right.
Vince understood where Timothy was coming from.
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