LILY
Connor was definitely right when he said his next words were the kind that you never expect to say. Or hear.
“The guy who tried to kidnap our son might be my brother”.
For a moment, I stayed silent, utterly speechless. My mind couldn’t process those words, make sense of them: there was no sense.
“But … there’s you, then Cheryl, then Amanda,” I said tentatively. “And you’re the … the first”.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” he huffed, shooting right up to his feet and starting to pace back and forth in the living room. “I don’t f*****g know, baby. All I know is that I was goddamn ready to kill him for what he put us through, and then Grant told me to sniff him, because his scent was strange, and so I did, and it kinda smelled like family, and then he shifted, and f**k me if
