YENA
“He’s your BROTHER?”
I could hardly process what Nolan was saying to me.
“Half-brother,” he corrected.
He slid his phone over to me. The screen was open to a news article that had been published early this morning and was now, apparently, being reposted all over social media.
The article had a horrible, salacious headline about me, and contained a bunch of pictures of me and Adan under his umbrella. I couldn’t believe it.
And apparently, the professor had been keeping a secret from me — the fact that he was actually my brother-in-law.
“Why didn’t you tell me about any of this before?” I asked Nolan, pushing the phone back over to him. “And did you know that he was teaching at the Academy?”
My voice was getting a little
