Zephyr’s heart pounded, racing like a thudding drum. The truth, the same truth he’d struggled to hide, the one that could cost him everything was out, spilled through the mouth of Anthony, a boy who should’ve understood his plight for having to lose his sister all over again.
“She’s alive, dad,” Anthony’s voice lowered. A mist of tears clouded his eyes. “We had to make it all up. That was the only way to protect her.”
Dwayne’s eyebrows tilted, forehead creased in confusion. His lips once tightened, loosened, but he never took his gaze off Anthony’s face.
Zephyr sat still on the chair, feeling the walls closing in around him as Anthony laid the secretes bare. His chest twisted, but not with hate for the boy. Curiosity twisted in his guts. Why would Anthony do it? He promised they were al
