Agnes
My knees buckled. The hallway seemed to sway around me, and for a moment, I thought I might collapse right there on the hotel carpet.
“What?” The word came out as a choked whisper.
Elijah reached out, steadying me with his hands on my shoulders. “Let’s sit down,” he murmured, guiding me to the floor. We slid down the wall until we were sitting side by side, my shoulder pressed against his, our backs against the tacky floral wallpaper of the hotel hallway.
“Thea is...” I couldn’t even finish the sentence. It was too enormous, too overwhelming to put into words.
“Our daughter,” Elijah finished, taking my hands in his. “At least, that’s what Olivia claims.”
“But how? How is that possible?” My head was spinning. “I don’t understand.”
Elijah took a deep breath.
