Chapter Twenty-Eight
Milo
"What the hell," I said. "It is you."
He walked into the room without looking directly at me. He took a deep labored breath and turned to face me. "Yes, it's me," he said.
I had so many questions, and yet, I stood stunned and speechless. It was Richard Wilson, Clara’s grandfather. I thought it was his voice I had heard through the walls, and now I knew it was. I watched him walk in, looking sullen and old, and while I wanted to shake him and demand he tell me what was going on, when I saw him, all I could think about was Clara.
"I'm sorry, Milo," he said, stumbling over his words. "I'm sorry this is happening to you."
"Why are you here?" I asked. "What do you know?"
He looked like he was trying to answer, but instead, he just stood and looked at the floor.
