ADELE'S POV
I watched him eat. It was like looking into a time machine.
I struggled to come to terms with reality. Julian has a son.
Julian and Celeste made a human. And he was sitting in Julian's chair like he belonged there. Like I didn't.
This is going to be harder than it has to be.
But why didn't he tell me?
I ran my fingers through my hair and bit my fingernail nervously.
Leo Hawthorne sat in the same spot as Julian.
He chewed silently, with the same faraway look as his father. His hair was the same color –jet black with strands that fell stubbornly onto his face. He needed a haircut.
I cleared my throat awkwardly when he was done.
Maple syrup dribbled down his jaw and he wiped it off with the sleeve of his shirt.
Then he stared at me and c****d his head to the side
