“Mila, move.”
“No. Not until you talk to me.”
“I don’t have anything to say, so please get out of my way so I can go murder my brother.”
He tries walking around me, but I press my palms against his chest and stop him. “Tell me,” I say softly. “Tell me what happened to her mother.”
The pain flashes across his face, and I feel awful bringing it up because I can see how much he’s holding back his emotions.
His eyes meet mine as we stand chest to chest.
“Did something happen to her?”
“Yes.” He brushes a hand through his hair, the longer strands sticking to his fingers as he stares up at the ceiling. “I didn’t know Maize existed until she was nine weeks old, and she was dropped off on the porch of the B&B.”
“Oh my God,” I whisper in shock, taking a step back. “Someone just dropped her o
