Her voice came out in a whisper, but other than the utterance, she was silent. She could hear her heart beating in her own chest, out of rhythm, and she turned her back on him, leaning on a set of drawers, utterly speechless. She didn't want to cry, but already she could feel the tears building up.
When she became an aunt, it was supposed to be an amazing, exciting thing. A chance for them to rebuild their family. Because Laura knew she sure as hell was too screwed up to ever think she deserved a family. But instead, all she felt was sick, a dread washing over her.
"...The last time you were trusted with an Argent, we lost everything." The tears were clear, and still she kept her back turned, terrified what would happen if she looked at him. "There's no point in me telling you I'm happy for you, because you'd know I was lying."