Melissa's entire body trembled; her hand clamped over her mouth as though holding in a scream. Her back pressed hard against the wall at the end of the hallway, the cool surface biting through her clothes. Her wide, red eyes stared blankly ahead.
She had followed Atlas. She only wanted to know what he was doing here. But instead, she had stepped on a landmine—a landmine that would detonate the moment she lifted her foot.
What… what does that mean?
Her mind raced, a hurricane of confusion in her heart, even though she had heard every word clearly.
Lola is… Mom is not my mom? But my mother was… Loren Albert?
How could anyone process that?
