A chill gripped Zephyr's spine. He stood frozen, staring into Valdez's piercing brown eyes.
“Michael is your father, Zephyr,” Valdez said in a calm voice. “He should've told you by now.”
The words slammed like a hammer against Zephyr’s ribs. His fingers numbed as he searched the man's eyes. He'd hoped to see a flicker, a sign that the man was joking but there was none. Valdez's eyes remained firm, piercing.
“That… That's not possible,” Zephyr stammered. Doubt crept in as he took a step back, eyes still fixed on Valdez. “Michael can't be my father… he can't.”
“Zephyr, it's the truth.”
“No,” Zephyr cut the man in the middle. He shook his head sideways. Heart seared in his chest. His senses dulled, gaze blurred to everything around him.
Michael’s face flashed before his eyes. The ha
