The night air still held a chill, but it was no longer the cold that bothered me.
My mind raced with everything my mother had just revealed.
It was like a storm inside me, twisting and tearing at the fabric of everything I thought I knew.
My heart thudded loudly, every beat a reminder of the truth I’d just learned—and the weight of what came with it.
I pushed open the door, stepping out onto the porch, where Killian still stood.
He hadn’t moved, his figure silhouetted against the dim light spilling from the house.
He didn’t say anything as I walked up to him, but I could feel the weight of his gaze.
His eyes held an understanding, but also something else—something I couldn’t quite place.
I stopped in front of him, feeling a desperate need to fill the silence.
To make sense o
