Eon folded his arms across his chest and closes his eyes. “I’m going to get some sleep before we land.” She watched him for a moment, expecting him to shift in his seat, settle into his sleep, but he doesn’t move. No one falls asleep that fast, right? But she knew that it’s even harder to rouse a fake sleeper than a real sleeper if the faker is determined to keep his eyes closed. From the way Eon is squeezing his shut, she could tell he’s more than a little determined.
She turned from my bio-father to stare out the window at the clouds floating beneath them, trying to ignore the nagging thought that’s running on a constant loop in her brain: Why did you abandon me?
Who is my birth mother?
Where is my birth mother?
Why isn’t she here with you—with me?
She leaned her forehead against th
