Evelyn opened her eyes.
When she locked eyes with me, every drop of color drained from her face. Instinctively, she pulled both boys toward her chest.
I took a slow, hesitant step forward. “Evelyn.”
She stared at me as if she were seeing a ghost step out of the shadows. “It can’t be…”
“I’ve been asking myself the same thing for six years,” I choked out.
Evelyn pressed her lips together tightly. She looked down at the boys, then looked back up at me, her eyes filled with a terrifying mix of grief and caution.
“Marcus…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Your mother never told you, did she?”…
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