Page 70 of Catching Mr. Right

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice breaks.

“You want me to read it?” He clasps my hands in his.

I nod.

Gently, he tugs the envelope from my frozen hands and finishes opening it. The envelope is set aside, the paper read. He clears his throat and glances around the room. I swear we collectively hold our breath.

“Mandy Pearce, you’re the daughter of Harley and Will Ben—”

“—nington,” Razer finishes, his voice strangely gravelly.

“Holy shit,” Claire says.

“I don’t understand,” I whisper. The world seems queerly surreal, like any minute the floor will fall out from beneath me.

“You’re a Bennington,” Cas says, showing me the paper.

Razer comes to stand beside me, staring at me like he’s never seen me before. “Mandy, you’re my sister.”

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