Blair stepped back, her fingers held tightly onto the hem of her dress; the earth beneath her seemed to sway, and her vision blurred. But nothing was as heartbreaking as the looks on her children's faces. Alec was yelling, crying, and moving about, but Alex was calm. Tears fell from his eyes, and his hands clenched tightly.
"Uncle Lucien did this," he murmured. Blair's smile tightened. She squats down before him. Slowly, she took him into her arms. His tears fell on her back nonstop.
"Why didn't they do anything?" Alex demanded, but Blair had no answers. What was she going to say? Was their father acting on his own, or would she defend Lucien?
"Daddy loves you," she patted his back. They have always wanted the boys to grow away from the hate, but little did they know they had been picking up on it. Alec cried even harder in Brandon's arms; the news spread, but nothing tangible presented itself. Later that night, the mansion was calm but not peaceful.
