Chapter 15
Dylan gripped the arms of the chair as mother kept pacing. She stopped a couple of times to face him, even opened her mouth to speak during her last break. Yet no words ever came. Only a sigh. Then she returned to pacing.
Nicholas remained near the bay window on the opposite side of the room. They’d made eye contact once since Dylan took a seat. The rest of the time, Heaven’s father stared out the window.
Across the coffee table, Anna sat on the couch with her legs folded underneath her. He sensed something bothered her. It was the way she regarded his mother, forehead creased.
One of them needed to tell him something. Where was the history lesson his mom promised? The more he thought about what that meant, the faster his leg shook.
“Please,” he began, waiting to gain his m
