#Chapter 245 The Prophet

Tessa’s POV My heart was racing rapidly against my ribcage and my entire body was trembling as we sat back on the couch in my father’s living room. My mind was whirling from what had happened and I didn’t have the strength to speak. My father said he remembered stuff from the past and I was terrified about what he was going to say. I wasn’t sure I could handle any more bombshells; I was emotionally and physically exhausted and I found myself leaning against Joseph for support. Literally. His body was supporting mine and keeping me from falling over onto the couch and falling asleep. Esme finally broke through the silence, bringing us all out of our thoughts. “You did the right thing,” she said to my father gently, giving him a nod of approval. He nodded, but then he sighed, and his shoulders slumped as if they were carrying the weight of the world. “I know,” he finally said softly. “I’m not sure why I remember everything so vividly now… but it all came rushing back to me so qui