Chapter 89: A Bad Morning

XENOIS

The morning sun streaming through my office window felt like a mockery of the chaos that had consumed my life in the past twenty-four hours.

I sat at my desk, staring at the reports Margo had brought me, but the words kept blurring together as my mind kept on wandering back to the impossible facts Dr. Martinez had revealed yesterday.

Riley was my son in all ways it was possible. My biological son. And I had absolutely no memory of how that was possible.

The sound of small footsteps in the hallway above reminded me that both boys were still in the house and...