Gene's face twisted into a mask of disgust. She refused to believe that her parents would do something that awful. "That's dumb!" She blurted meanly, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting. "My parents love each other, they wouldn't cheat." Defensively the little girl stood from her perch and walked to the window that overlooked the the house and frowned. Her parents were good people, or at least in the eyes of their impressionable young daughter they were. She was young an din't fully understand the concept of affairs, but she did know they weren't right and her parents [i]never[/i] did anything wrong. 

Or did they?

While Gene blatantly refused to believe the idea, Gavin found himself furrowing his eyebrows and nodding. As awful as it sounded, that was possible. He didn't like the thought of his mom and dad being unfaithful to each other but he couldn't deny the fact that both people could be a little unpredictable at points. [i]"She really seems to target our house more, so maybe she was kept in a secret room."[/i] Gavin's head snapped towards Nathan, head still bobbing. "That is awful..." He sighed deeply, something deep in his stomach hoping that this couldn't be true. For as flighty as Caroline and Jared Williams were, they would never put a child in that type of danger. 

Or would they?

Gavin slowly guided his younger sister off his lap and stood up. [i]"It sounds like a movie plot, not real life, but she's here, so she had to come from somewhere, right? And she has to have a reason for hating our parents so much and resenting us as well."[/i] He flinched, a small movement that was barely visible. "You're right, it is a little outrageous." Gavin agreed slowly, he ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair and looked over at Julia with troubled eyes. "But like you said.... there [i]must[/i] be something tying her here, to us." He glanced out the window and shivered at the look in their tormentors ghostly eyes. There was something in those eyes that briefly reminded him of his mother, before the little dead girl's flickering figure vanished from the window. Once she was gone, Gavin mentally chided himself for even thinking that maybe Emily could have been his mother's daughter. He knew that none of their parents could have ever killed a child. 

Or could they?

Lucy watched her brother with tearful eyes, suppressing the urge to run after him as he slowly stood up. "Maybe..." Gavin's voice was soft as he addressed the group. "Maybe she isn't our sister, but just a kid who died in this house and didn't have a very good life." That explanation made him feel better, yet not to the point where the pit in his stomach completely cleared. He didn't like to think that his mom and dad, the people who had always been there for him, could do anything so awful that someone's life could be lost in the process. Shivering slightly, Gav wrapped his arms around his body. "What do you think...?"