#Chapter 218: Just Like Her Mother

Adopted? “This is a bad time for a joke,” I said, even as my body went cold. “I’m sorry, but I’m not joking,” Dylan said. “I looked into it before saying anything. The paperwork is legitimate, Hazel. You weren’t born a Whitaker. Neither was your sister. But don’t believe whatever bullshit Senior is spewing about your biological mother either.” This was too much information, too fast. I started feeling a bit numb. Logan saw before anyone else. “We’ll call you back, Dylan,” he said and hung up. Tossing the phone aside on the couch, he fully focused on me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Breathe, Hazel. Deep breaths now. Follow my lead.” Watching him, I forced myself to inhale as he did and exhale as he did. Slowly. Air in, air out. When I was breathing normally again, Logan leaned back and looked me over. “You okay?” “No,” I said. “You had no idea?” Logan asked. “Not a clue.” “They must have adopted you and your sister when you were both very young,” Tammy said.