Dafne White's POV
“Daf…” I looked at Mike, who I knew wanted to know more.
I didn't blame him. I'd feel the same way. I didn't have the answers he was looking for. I only had theories based on the same things he saw in that box.
“What's going on?” I saw him wringing his hands.
“Do we have another sister? I'm confused. Did we *have* a sister? Why would Dad hide something like this from us?” I sighed, not knowing what to say.
“I wish I had an answer for you, Mike. I know as much as you do. I guess Mom knows more about this.” He nodded, looking worried.
“You don't know how bad it was, Daf. She started crying, she couldn't breathe. I thought the worst. I think this is more serious than we thought, and when she wakes up and sees that she's not home…” I rubbed my face.
This is messed up.
