Lately, every piece of news feels heavier than the last. When Lewis told me that Silas was a Hale, it hit me so hard that for a second I couldn't breathe. It felt just as shocking as someone telling me Anna was truly my sister all along.
I stared at him, my words stumbling over each other. "H–how is that even possible? Are you sure? Could the results be wrong? Could someone have interfered with the test?"
In my mind, Silas had always been a monster shaped by a cruel past. I thought his ruthlessness came from some dark bloodline, some criminal father who taught him how to kill without blinking. I told myself that no ordinary family could produce someone like him.
And now they were saying he belonged to the Hales?
It sounded insane.
Lewis's voice was firm, even though his eyes were troubled. "I ran another DNA test between us personally. He is my blood relative. There's no mistake."
My head spun. "Could he be a lost child from one of the side branches?"
