Alexander’s jaw clenched. “It wasn’t my secret to tell.”
“This is insane,” Zayn muttered, running a hand through his hair as his mind raced. “Absolutely insane.”
He turned back to Alan.
“They’ve been notified, I assume.”
“Yes,” Alan replied. “Both have been formally contacted.”
“And?” Zayn pressed.
“And I have received no response,” Alan said calmly. “Which leads me to believe that I will need to extend the invitation personally.”
A fresh wave of murmurs swept the room.
Zayn felt something cold settle in his stomach.
“So Logan had two daughters,” he said slowly, “and no one knows why they refused to come.”
Alan nodded. “Correct.”
Before anyone else could interrupt, Alan raised his voice and addressed the room clearly.
“I propose that we reconvene here tomorrow evening. By then,
