Nana D moved toward him. “Talk to us, Wesley. Don't get dramatic at a time like this.”
“Seraphina, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.” My dad shook his head several times, fighting some internal struggle or debate over what he had just seen when he stared at Madam Zenya's face.
April cleared her throat. “Please tell us who you believe the woman is, Mr. Ayrwick.”
“She's much older, but there's no doubt about it. I think it's….” My dad turned to face us all, unable to finish his words, staring in utter disbelief. “I need to sit down, please.”
I knew as soon as my father shut his eyes and hung his head what he was thinking. With intense trepidation, I whispered to April, “I might know of a way to prove who she is.”
After I explained my reasoning, April agreed. She leaned over the bod
