Darien
I grabbed the phone from my desk, my jaw tight as I dialed the number. The line rang twice before Anton’s voice crackled through.
“Darien? What’s—”
“Don’t be cute with me, Anton,” I cut him off, my voice hard. “I need answers. Now.”
There was a pause, and I heard the shift in his breathing, the way it caught with worry. “Is Leah okay? Did something happen?”
“She’s fine. For now.” I paced across my office, running a hand through my hair. “But I need to know the truth. Is she your biological sister?"
The silence that followed was deafening. It stretched so long I thought the line had gone dead, but then I heard him exhale, long and heavy.
“No,” Anton said quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper. “She’s not.”
Something tightened in my chest. “Tell me everything."
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