Evander slammed on the brakes, swerving to avoid a crash. He stared at Hazel, his eyes wide with disbelief at what she had just said.
"Please don't joke about this, Hazel. Don't lie just to make me happy," Evander snapped.
Hazel sobbed softly. "Their Noah is your Noah. He's your son, the one you and Elena have been searching for all this time."
Evander froze, his mouth hanging open as if he had forgotten how to breathe.
"What is actually happening?" he said, a broken laugh escaping between his tears.
He gripped his hair in frustration, then screamed, slamming his fist against the steering wheel to unleash the storm of emotions he couldn't put into words.
Images of Noah flooded his mind, the boy's constant, cheerful smiles whenever he arrived, his funny, rambling stories during their
