Chapter 87:

That night, Stefan returned home late. The house was quiet—everyone was already fast asleep. He walked into his room, where Dorothy lay on his bed. He stared at her for a couple of minutes, silently praying Edward wasn’t really his son so he wouldn’t have to tell her.

He took off his jacket and shoes before laying beside her. She had her back turned, so he hugged her from behind and tried to fall asleep.

The next morning, Dorothy helped Beatrice make breakfast.

“Maxwell, you have to speed up your food. The school bus will arrive any minute now,” Beatrice said, and Maxwell’s face dropped.

“I thought I...