VEINY HANDS

“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 this person? And how did they know about my real parents? Only a few people knew, and I doubt they’ll…’ Not having more time to think, I looked at the time on my phone. It was already after twelve. Neither me nor Ethan planned to go to work today. That was the perks of your husband being the president of the company you worked at. You can take as much leave as you want, but still, no one