Broken Hearts: Kaleigh's Revenge (Broken Wings Series) Read Online Free

how he couldn’t pronounce my name. It was so adorable.  “Cam, I am not getting old; I’m just getting wise.”
    My parents walked into the kitchen, holding hands. I wanted to find a love like that one day. My parents loved each other so much. I watched as my father looked into my mother’s eyes, and she smiled at him. I watched as my father tucked a stray piece of hair behind my mother’s ear.
    “So Kay, are you ready for cake and presents?” my mother said, catching me off guard.
    “YES! I’ve been waiting all day to eat cake.”
    “ Kaywee, can you open my pwesent pwease?”
    He walked over and handed me a present that I could tell he wrapped, because there was so much tape on it. I couldn’t find a piece of paper that wasn’t free. I finally started to unwrap it once I found a place to begin.               After battling the tape, I freed it and gasped.
    “Cam, this is beautiful.” My fingers grazed the pink and purple feathers of the dream catcher. Crystal beads lined the leather straps that held the feathers. In the center of the catcher was a set of angel wings. I felt tears flow from my eyes. I got up and grabbed him and gave him the biggest hug.
    “Cam, you are the best brother ever. Thank you.”
    I held onto that dream catcher for hours, mesmerized by the beauty of it.
    “Earth to Kay! Are you okay? You’re crying?”
    “Gabe, what if it’s too late? What if Cameron is dead? I don’t think I can go on knowing my brother is dead.”
    “Come here.” He wrapped his strong arms around me, and I inhaled his scent. He had a unique scent; the musty cent of male mixed with the spicy scent of some kind of cologne and the sweetness of the iced tea that lingered on his breath. Kale never held me like this. He didn’t even like to hug me in public. Yet, this guy I just met was holding me while I cried on his shoulder. Why did I have to meet Kale all those years ago and not Gabe? It almost seemed unfair.
    I pulled back to look at his face as something hit me. “Did you call me Kay? The only person who ever called me that was my mother.”
    “Yes I did. Is that okay if I call you that?”
    “I guess so. It’s just weird, you know? Gabe, I really miss my mom. Hearing you call me that just makes me think of her.”
    “You know I don’t have to call you that if it upsets you.”
    I really did like him calling me that. Something about the way he said it gave me butterflies. “No; it doesn’t upset me. You can call me that.”
    “Good, because I was going to call you that anyway, Kay.”
    I yanked from his grasp and rolled my eyes. “Being a smart ass again, I see.”
    He took the dream catcher out of my hands and stared at it. “Kay, where did you get this?”
    “Cameron got it for me for my 9 th birthday. Why do you ask?”
    He just stared at it as if something was wrong with it. “Gabe, what is it? Is something wrong with it?”
    “No, but I know who made this.”
    Confused, I asked, “Whoever made it is brilliant; it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Who made it?”
    He gave it back to me and stood. “My mother made that; she made those all the time.”
    “Made; as in past tense? What happened to your mother?”
    “Amelia has her as well. That’s why I was there tonight. I want to save my mother.”
    “Gabe,” I said as I looked into his ocean blue eyes, “we will save your mother, as well as Cameron and Cordelia.” I handed him the dream catcher. “Would you like to keep this?
    “No, Kay, you need to keep that. Cameron got that for you. Do you have a backpack? You can take it with us on our journey. Maybe it will keep us both safe.”
    I grabbed a pack and a couple of other things from the closet, wrapping the dream catcher in a shirt to keep it safe. Then we headed for the door and out into the night. It was completely dark out. There was not even a star in the sky. I looked over at Gabe, and I could see the sadness on his face. I wished I could end that