Nadia
For a moment, Vincent was silent. He didn’t want to tell me the truth—that much was clear by the shift in his feet. By the tightness in his jaw as he ran a hand over it, clearing his throat.
Despite myself, I appreciated the hesitation.
I’d been waiting my whole life for this moment. After years of daydreaming, of imagining both the worst and best of who my parents could have been, I was finally going to know.
But to finally, truly know?
That was f*****g terrifying.
“Your parents,” Vincent finally said, his voice a soft drawl of words, “died the moment you were born.”
I flinched. My legs trembled, and my knees gave out, forcing me to retreat back to the medical cot. I slid to a seat on its edge.
“They…” I shook my head.
I’d imagined my parents dead plenty of times befo
