“IF YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR REAL PARENTS, AND WHO THEY ARE.

COME TO WELLINGTON HOTEL.

AT TWO PM.

ROOM NUMBER TWENTY-TWO.

A RESERVATION HAD BEEN MADE ALREADY.”

My heart thundered widely against my chest.

I snapped my phone close, my wide eyes staring at the wall before me, not moving.

I struggled to calm myself but it seemed impossible.

My gaze moved to Ethan who still slept soundly on the bed, unaware of the turmoil shooting through

me.

Steeling myself—I lit my phone on again, and took a good look at the message.

Then, the number.

The number was unknown, and not saved amongst my contacts.

‘Who was...