“That went well,” Wes grumbled and touched his wounded, now slightly swollen lip.
“He’s having a tough time accepting the truth,” Hayden countered. “We pretty much ambushed him. Try to think about what he is going through. Everything he knows about his present life is a lie.”
“It’s not a lie,” Callie spoke up, her face flushed. “He’s lived a good life here. A different last name doesn’t mean anything. He’s still the same person.”
A sense of curiosity filled Hayden. She really liked Callie, especially how despite her youth she had a good grasp of understanding people.
“I agree with you.” Hayden drew a fingertip along the rough surface of the wood table. “I just worry that he feels like it’s a lie and that exploring his past and any future with his family will feel like a betrayal of the
