When Killian told me that Stella looked like me, it felt like an exaggeration.
Not anymore though. The girl in the picture in my hand could have easily been mistaken for me.
If not for the DNA results as proof, I might've mistaken her for me.
"Justin Drake? You know him? How?" Killian’s large frame towered over me. It was unsettling, not to mention uncomfortable.
His mind seemed too occupied with interrogating me to notice. Or maybe he did and just didn't care.
"He runs an auction. For kids. Or at least it's mostly kids, though I've seen some adults there." My throat felt blocked.
"Auction?" Killian licked his lips, staring at me expectantly.
"They were always at different locations. You know him then?"
"He came up during my search, but it's still unclear how he fits into all of th
