Author's pov
Silence fell over the cabin like a heavy blanket as Zane's words hung in the air.
Cassian stared at him for a solid ten seconds, his expression unreadable. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he glanced down at his phone.
"First stop after landing?" he said, voice flat. "The psychiatrist."
He looked up again, disbelief written all over his face.
"Cecilia has parents. She was born and raised in Denver. And you're seriously sitting here wondering if she might be your daughter?"
He let out a low scoff.
"You're losing it."
Zane's face went pale. He didn't offer a word in response.
Instead, he stood abruptly and walked toward the back of the cabin, shoulders stiff with tension.
"Uncle Zane, stop avoiding it. I booked the damn appointment. You're going,
