I thought it was my father shaking hands with people as they walked in, but I realized that there was no grey hair. I was looking at Adrian. Evie touched my arm, and the metal was cold. It jolted me to glance at her and there was a concerned look on her face.

“Sorry. I saw Adrian for a second.” I whispered in her ear.

“Why do you look like you saw a ghost, then?”

I looked down at her, my lips pressed together in a thin line. “Because I thought he was my father.”

Her eyes widened and ...