"You've got to be kidding me," Camila muttered. Her eyes darted between Antonio, the strange documents, and the name on the adoption papers. Cole? Adoptive parents: Mr. and Mrs. Lopez? This was beyond weird, beyond anything she could have imagined. Her mind raced, trying to connect the dots. Cole adopted?
“Camila,” Antonio said softly, his voice cutting through her spiraling thoughts. He pointed at another document, another birth certificate. Her eyes followed his finger, and there, in bold letters, was “Baby Camila.”
“I think the both of you were adopted,” he said.
“I can see that,” she spat, without even realizing it. Then she shoved the papers to Antonio's chest and slumped onto the couch, running a hand through her hair. She just sat there in silence.
Antonio sat right beside her.
