Riley's POV

My face folds in confusion the moment Dahlia finishes speaking.

I stare at her like she just said something completely insane.

“History of my roots?” I repeat slowly.

My mind struggles to process that sentence.

Honestly, everything that has happened since I stepped into this strange place has been one ridiculous thing after another and right now I feel like my brain cannot handle more surprises.

“Oh my goodness,” I mutter while rubbing my forehead.

“Can this ridiculous place get any better without more ridiculousness?”

Dahlia does not laugh at my reaction.

Instead she watches me very carefully like she is studying my face.

Then she says something...