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“He can’t know. Do you understand, John? He can’t know, it would destroy him.”
I hang back and listen. My mother has kept quite a few secrets lately, and she’s not going to do that to my father. If there’s something going on, he and my brothers have a right to hear it.
But then I hear my father’s voice. “He doesn’t need to know. Not now.”
“I’m not tryin’ to get involved in your family business, but that boy isn’t dumb, and he’ll figure it out. It should come from you both. Before it’s too late. The test results are his to see. I can’t hide them from him.”
“Only if he asks to see them.”
“If he asks, I won’t keep them from him.”
My mother lets out a heavy sigh, and I shuffle forward a bit more, needing to know what the hell is going on. “I know. I know what you’re sayin’,” her voice shakes.
“I’m just bein’ a friend and tellin’ you that if he’s not his son, he should know.”
Every muscle in my body locks as I hang on every word. Then it hits me. Someone in our family isn’t my father’s son. Someone who wasn’t a match. There’s only one someone here who was clearly not a candidate.
This can’t be real. There’s a mistake.
“Trent is his son in every way that matters,” Mama says before falling silent for a beat. “We’d planned to tell him, but—”
“No one tells him I’m not his father.”
And the floor drops out from under me.
I’m not my father’s son.
I’m not a Hennington.
Chapter 18
Grace
“IsTrent doin’ okay back there?” I ask Mrs. Hennington as she returns from where Mr. Hennington is now receiving the transfusion.
I figured he was talking to his parents and getting things in order, but it’s been over two hours. He wasn’t in the greatest shape when he left the waiting room, and I’ve been sitting here worried sick about him.
“I haven’t seen him, sugar.”
“What? He went back there a few hours ago . . .”
Mrs. Hennington looks around. “I’ve been in the room the entire time, and I never saw him.”
I’m confused. I watched him go. “Has anyone seen Trent?” I ask, and everyone says no or shakes their head.
I grab my phone and text him.
Me: Hey. Where are you?
“I’m sure he’s in the cafeteria. Maybe go check there?” Zach suggests.
“I’ll be back.” I walk down the hall with a niggling feeling in my gut. Something’s off. Trent wouldn’t be in the cafeteria for two hours. Not when he said he was going to check on his dad.
I search the cafeteria, but he isn’t here. I check the lab and then the chapel, all with no Trent. There’s still no reply from him, and my heart starts to race.
Me: I’ve been looking for you, are you here?
“Hey.” Presley bumps into me on my way back to the waiting area. “Did you find him?
