Chapter Thirty-Two
The truck’s open-door warning chimes as I stare at him. “But his eyes . . .”
Christopher reaches inside the truck and removes the key from the ignition. “Are green like mine and like my father’s. Shayne is my half brother, not my son.”
I sit in stunned silence as the realization dawns on me. “Your father and Jessica?”
“I didn’t know about any of it until four months ago, just before I came back to Pointe Hill.”
A gust of wind blows through, and I pull my sweater around my shoulders. Christopher takes my elbow. “Come inside, please.”
We walk to the house in silence, my hands still shaking from the shock of what I’ve just heard. Inside the living room, a couch and coffee table occupy the space where we’d sat down to dinner just a few days ago. The silver picture fram
