Killian
All the air in my lungs rushes out in a single breath.
— What did you just say?
Paisley stares up at me with those wide green eyes, the exact shade of her mother’s. She inherited my bronze skin and dark hair, but in every other way, she’s a perfect miniature of Estela. Sometimes, the resemblance is so intense it physically hurts to look at her.
Maybe that’s why I thought she said something about her mom. I’ve been thinking of Estela, so maybe I imagined it. Except… when Paisley answers, she repeats the same impossible thing.
— I saw Mommy today. She found me and bought me pancakes. — She shrugs innocently. — Then she gave me to Miss Linda to bring me home.
Linda.
The name rings through my head like a bell. Wasn’t that Estela’s maid of honor at our wedding?
When I don’t repl
