Betty’s POV

I was still trying to process what Ivan had just said.

Four years old.

There was no way that could be right, but Kyle confirmed it. Kyle had no reason to lie, and that made it more absurd but not completely impossible. Kyle and Ivan had been childhood friends and I frequently visited Kyle’s place due to our family relationship.

“I can't remember,” I blurted out in disbelief.

“Seriously?” Kyle said with a slight hint of disbelief, his voice carrying an amused ...