"I was expecting that. It’s not like I was looking forward to forgiving you, so I wasn’t that disappointed. But I don’t think she’s pleased either."
From the other end of the line, Nina sat alone on a couch, holding the phone to her ear. Her expression was grim, a mixture of emotions. She held her inner bottom lip, her grip on the phone trembling.
Using her thumb, she pressed the end button and dropped her hand to her side.
Clack.
Nina kept her eyes downcast, reflecting on everything she had heard.
Earlier that morning, Nina received a call from Penny. The latter simply told her she was putting the guards back around her because she didn’t need to use Nina as bait anymore.
When Nina asked for a reason, Penny only said that she had already gotten what she wanted.
Knowing Penny, she wouldn’t have explained herself further and would have left it at that. However, Nina stubbornly kept Penny on the line, convincing her to let her see Priscilla at least once. Like Penny, Nina had many questions too.
But then again, knowing Penny, she wouldn’t allow that either. Even so, Penny wasn’t heartless enough not to compromise. She promised Nina that she would call her and let her listen to a portion of their conversation.
What kind of conversations? Penny didn’t disclose. But after hearing everything, Penny reminded Nina that she wasn’t the only one who knew Penny; Penny also knew Nina. Thus, Penny called Nina when Priscilla was explaining a part Nina would surely want to hear.
And now, after hearing everything from Priscilla’s own mouth, Nina didn’t know what to feel about it.
Clasping her chest, her breathing grew long and heavy. Her lips paled and quivered, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
As Nina was drowning in silence, she felt someone’s weight near her. Turning her head, she saw Finn’s failing smile as he placed a glass of water in front of her.
"Come here," he whispered, scooting closer to her and extending his arm around her.
Nina gulped and let herself be pulled into his embrace. She clasped the back of his shirt, burying her face in his shoulder.
"I don’t know what to feel," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I don’t even know... if I’m crying out of anger or just pure disappointment."
Finn, not asking questions, gently stroked her back. He remained quiet, knowing that anything he said would be unnecessary.
Her shoulders trembled even more as tears filled her eyes and soaked his shoulder. "She claimed to have done that for me... to live normally... but... it just reminds me... I was like her."
Despite the turmoil inside her, one thing stood out.
What Priscilla did was just as destructive as all the decisions she had made.
Nina might’ve sounded ungrateful because, if not for this, she wouldn’t have such a good relationship with Penny. She wouldn’t have two parents: Allison and Charles, Jessa and Lester. She wouldn’t have two sets of siblings: the twins, and the Bennet brothers and Penny.
But then again, Nina also knew that this wouldn’t have happened without everyone’s effort. It wasn’t just Nina’s effort; it was Penny’s forgiveness, Jessa’s acceptance, Nina’s determination, and everyone’s support.
Without the early intervention from Penny and Jessa — who Penny nurtured — this family dynamic would’ve been different. Very different. And Finn... he wouldn’t have met the love of his life. freёwebnoѵel.com
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