He lifted his head for the first time. His eyes were red, but they weren't seeing the room. They were seeing something terrifying inside his own mind.
He reached up, wrapping his large, warm hands around my face, forcing me to look only at him.
“Faith,” he breathed. The sound of my name was shaky. “I should have known that Isabella is our daughter.”
The world went silent.
The shock hit me like a physical blow, a massive wave of cold water. It stole my breath and locked my muscles.
“You have to be joking,” I whispered, scrambling to my feet. I backed away, shaking my head violently. “You are joking. Or dreaming. That is impossible, Astor. We—”
He stood up quickly, his movements fluid and urgent. Before I could back away further, he pulled me into a hard, desperate hug, pressing my fac
