“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...