never been told about.
“Oh, Willow,” I whispered, the ache of understanding hitting me with the force of a tidal wave.
Suddenly, a sharp gasp cut through the stillness of the afternoon.
“Sienna.”
I turned. Nancy stood in the doorway, her face drained of all color, her hand gripping the doorframe so tightly her knuckles were white. Tristan stood behind continue reading …
