Chapter 112

Are one of these woman my aunt? I wonder as I roam the faces of the woman in the crowd. Some are blonde, some have brunette hair, but none have my eyes. But maybe she doesn't have the same color. Maybe she has brown or hazel or green.  I'm stalling, that's evident when the car shuts off and everyone motions me to go first. "What? No," I state with a shake of my head. Stella rolls her eyes at me and opens the door first. The group on the steps watch anxiously as Stella comes to stand in front of the jeep. Adams follows, then Jeremy, and Rosalyn naturally follows. Everyone piles out until it's just Liam and I. I think I lied to Belle. I think I'm nervous. "It's going to be okay," Liam murmurs to me. He tugs me forward and I obey by letting him practically drag me out and force me on my feet. I rake a hand through my hair nervously and we all move mechanically towards the group. About five steps in, a voice rings out. "Stop." At once we