“Do you want me to get you a drink to calm you down?” Zeath asks while caressing my hair. I nod.

He tries to detach the hug, but I quickly hold him tight. “Before you go, can you tell me if you really have evidence like you said earlier?” I need to know what’s real and not.

“I don’t,” Zeath replies. “My father did his works under the canopy. He never let us in on it. Sometimes, I realize how much I don’t even know him.”

“Okay.”

After I let him go, he caresses my ...