Anthenet's POV
"So what will it be?" The strange man holds out his hand to me, a golden crest, engraved with the surname Carter, sitting in his palms.
"Can't I at least think about it?"
"We don't have all day, Miss Carter."
"I'm aware, but–"
"Let her alone, Paul." The elderly gentleman intervenes, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he flashes me a faint smile. "It's only been a few hours and I'm sure she'll need a few more minutes to process everything."
A few more minutes? More like a few more days.
Sure most children, after finding out they've been adopted, become curious about their parents, and by extension, that side of their family, but this was way too much and all so sudden.
"Come, take a seat." The elderly gentleman smiles, tapping the space beside him. A book sits cr
