HARPER
I threw the car door open the moment we stopped and stepped out before Dominic could even reach for the handle.
Storming into the house, I stopped in the center of the living room, breath unsteady. Every word my mother had said, no, Felicity, played on an endless loop in my head.
I scoffed bitterly, pointing to myself. "Is my name even Harper?"
At this point, I didn't know what to think anymore or who to run to. Everyone I believed I'd get answers from seemed to be evading the truth. And it hurt even more that Dominic chose to say nothing, even though it was clear he knew a lot.
I spun around, facing the door just as it opened. Dominic stood on the threshold, unmoving.
"So?" I said, breaking the silence between us. My arms folded tightly across my chest, my foot tapping against the hardwood floor.
Dominic raised an eyebrow, wearing that same confused expression. "So what?"
"Who are my parents?" I snapped. "That whore just told me you knew everything about me—"
