THE NEXT DAY
XAVIER'S POINT OF VIEW:
The next day, I walked into the hospital lobby, my shoes clicking against the polished floor. I had barely gotten any sleep, still trying to wrap my head around what Zavier had told me yesterday. The whole 'aunt' thing was a lot to digest, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it yet. But as I walked through the entrance, I saw Zavier talking to Isabella’s dad, John. John looked up as I approached, a warm smile on his face. But when his eyes landed on me, something flickered in them. A mix of recognition and something else, something I couldn’t place.
"Xavier." John said, his voice casual, but there was an edge to it. "Good to see you again."
I nodded, offering a polite smile.
"You too, John."I said.
But then his eyes narrowed slightly, and I saw hi
