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“I didn’t like the book either,” she admitted, trying to hide a grin. “And Sly was wasting his time on it. I think he only read it because I told him to. He’d do anything for me.”
I knew he would.
He wouldn’t do anything for me.
But at least I had Wavel who never made me feel bad about myself.
Though, she did make me feel something no one else in this family did.
Jealousy.
Stupid jealousy.
Chapter 4
CAIA
“Can I ask you something?” I asked, looking up from the blank canvas in front of me. We were both standing in front of our easels, each holding a brush and palette in our hands.
We’ve always had the same hobbies. Though, I had been the first to paint in this family. Wavel loved watching me, then she tried painting herself, and she loved it from the first brush stroke on.
“You know you can ask me anything, Caia. What is it?”
I looked at her, studying her expression as she kept her eyes on her painting.
“Do you ever wonder about what we’ll do after we’re done with school? I mean…Sly is still here when he could’ve gone to college. Why didn’t he leave at eighteen?”
Wavel pursed her lips and turned her head to look at me. “He wouldn’t have learned anything important in college. I heard him talk to Dad. He wants Sly to help him.”
“Help Dad with what?” I asked, frowning.
“You know…with his patients. Dad said that people would listen to Sly. He’s smart and…convincing. He could get more people to come here. To talk to Dad.”
“How is he supposed to do all that if he never leaves the house?”
“I asked myself the same thing but apparently, he does it online. I don’t know a lot about it. Actually, I know nothing about it. I only heard them talk about it once, and when they noticed I was listening, they sent me to my room.”
I watched her closely. I believed everything she was saying, but I found it odd that they kept it all a secret. We knew what Dad was doing was sketchy. We just didn’t know the details or what went on when we really weren’t listening.
Leading a cult wasn’t illegal.
Dad wasn’t breaking any laws.
None we knew of, at least.
“Does Mom know more?”
Wavel shrugged. “I really don’t know, Caia. We shouldn’t be worrying about this too much. Maybe once we graduate this summer, Dad will tell us more.”
I nodded but I doubted he’d tell me more. Nobody trusted me in this family.
I nodded and turned back to my painting, looking at it with critical eyes. I was good at realism, but this painting needed to be worked on more.
“Wavel?”
“Yes?”
“Do you ever feel lonely?”
