Chapter 14There comes a point in time when you reach a '10' on your weird-o-meter. I'd slapped into that point, with the physical sensation of hitting a brick wall.
“Kenyon, you weren't coming home until tonight,” Ginny protested, holding a thumb and forefinger to the bridge of her nose.
“I'd collected the information we needed, so I caught an earlier flight home,” Kenyon explained, glancing from Ginny to me. “I presume you hadn't told Caleb's young friend yet?”
“No, Kenyon, we hadn't,” Ginny sighed.
Rafe was still clutching my arms and I pushed away to better see his face. “This is your father?”
“Yeah.”
“Tate – who is he?”
“He's my father too.”
It was a struggle to make sense of the situation. “So Kenyon is your father. And Tate is your father?”
“Yeah.” Rafe watched me warily, as
