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Kiren- Okay, Nathan is April's sixteen-year-old brother who came to help rescue Matthew. He was severely injured and has been in the hospital ever since they got back. Last chapter was the first time that April had visited him. Thanks for the review! Hope this refreshes your memory!

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It's been a few days since my first visit to Nathan. I've visited him every day since. It's true, what Dad said about him being there for one minute and then gone the next. It's like he becomes a completely different person. But the nurses say he's getting better, so at least that's something.

I still haven't confronted Matthew. I can't seem to figure out a way to tell him. I don't really know what to say. I guess I'm still in a little bit of shock. It's hard to figure out the right decision to make. On one hand, I want to be wild and outrageous and just scream at him, but on the other hand I want to be gentle. He suffered a lot while he was with Chris, but this is just heartbreaking for me.

I decide to go and talk to my mother. She knows best, right?

I knock on her door.

"Come in." She answers.

I open the door and walk in slowly. "Hi mom." I say quietly.

"Hello April." She says, not looking up from her work.

"Can I talk to you?" I ask.

"Of course!" She looks up from her work. "Would you mind pouring me some tea first?"

I nod and go over to the small table with a silver pot filled with tea sits alongside milk, sugar, and teacups. I pour one for her and one for me, putting more milk and sugar in mine.

"So," she says, taking the cup from me. "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

"Well," I start. "You know how you sent Crystal to come talk to me a few days ago?"

"Yes."

"Well she did, but I—well—I sorta—well...I already knew." I stammer.

"You did?" Mom sounds very surprised.

I nod.

"How did you find out?" She puts down her tea.

"I couldn't sleep, so I came downstairs to get a drink. I kinda heard you and dad talking about it..."

She walks over to me and gives me a hug. "April, I'm so sorry you had to find out that way."

I can feel tears coming up, but I force them down. "It's fine, I guess."

"So why did you come here now?"

"Well, I haven't told Matthew that I know. But I want to. But I don't know how to."

"I see..." Mom sits down at her desk. "I suppose you could write a letter. It would probably be easier."

I shrug. "I guess."

"Or would you rather confront him face-to-face?"

"I don't know." I begin pacing. "How are you supposed to tell someone you know that they've been cheating on you?"

"I'm not sure myself. Your father never technically cheated on me."

I stop pacing. "Never technically? When did he ever cheat on you?"

She sighs. "The Selection."

"Oh..."

"I almost quit the whole thing because I was jealous of one of the other girls. It doesn't matter now." Mom waves it away.

"Well what happened to the girl?" I ask.

"She...She..." Mom starts to tear up. I don't know what to do. I go up to her and put her hand in mine. "She died in an attack. The same attack that killed your grandparents."

I gasp quietly. "Celeste?"

"How did you know?"

"I've heard stories."

Mom smiles slightly. She wipes her tears away and straightens up. "Any way, that's in the past. Let's focus on the present."

I nod. "I suppose I should write a letter. It would be easiest and I could probably convey all of my feelings without showing weakness."

Mom nods. "That sounds good."

I think for a moment, then I say, "What is he going to do once the baby's born?"

Mom sighs. "I don't know, he's going to have to figure out what to do about a lot of this."

"Do we know who the mother is?"

"Yes."

Wait, what?

"Who?!" I practically yell.

"That's up to Matthew to tell you."

My body reacts before my mind does and I storm out. I stop myself at the stairwell. I take a few deep breaths and collect myself. I should listen to mom. It's Matthew's decision to tell me or not to tell me. We'll just have to wait and see what happens.