Draven,
"Mr. Montgomery! What do you feel about the entire thing? What do you want?"
Mrs. Laura’s words were simple, yet they carried the weight of something I had been avoiding for years.
What did I feel?
Anger? Regret? A suffocating sense of betrayal that never loosened its grip?
I exhaled, pressing my fingers against my temples. My thoughts were a mess, tangled and conflicting. When everything you believed in turned into a lie, where were you supposed to go?
Then, the answer surfaced—clear and unwavering.
"I want to know everything from the beginning," I muttered, my voice low, almost to myself.
My gaze dropped to my hands. They were clenched, the veins in my wrists prominent, tension coursing through my body. What if those DNA test reports weren’t true? What if this unbe
