Grace’s Point of View
I just finished texting Xavier when I noticed Shiloh standing before me.
"Mom won't be back until later, will she?" Shiloh inquired.
"No, she's staying at Xavier's a while longer. Is that bothering you?" I asked.
Shiloh's eyes were fixed on me as I sipped my coffee. It seemed like she was wrestling with inner turmoil, and I couldn't help but wonder what was on her mind.
"Shiloh, is it bothering you that your mom is spending more time with Xavier instead of coming home right away?" I pressed.
“No, I’m kind of glad she isn’t. I need to talk to you about something,” Shiloh mumbled.
I patted the seat beside me and urged Shiloh to tell me what was on her mind. I wasn’t prepared for what she asked me.
“Is Aamon Brzezinski my father?” Shiloh asked.
I nearly choked
