11
Hailey
After hanging up with Reece, Ransom sat silently on the edge of the bed, just staring out the window. I’d heard the conversation and could barely believe it myself.
I knelt beside him, aching to do something, anything, to help him. But my mind was just as jumbled, as I supposed, his was. If someone had told me that my father wasn’t who I thought he was, I’d be a basket case. And to learn that the man we were running away from was your brother, or half-brother... well, it was all too much.
“Ransom?” I laid my hand on his shoulder. He didn’t move. “Ransom, we need to go.”
In response, he threw his phone across the room, making me flinch. It bounced against the bathroom door, skittering away across the tile.
“Did you hear?” he asked grimly.
I nodded.
He ran a hand through hi
