Fallon shook her head, her cheek still pressed to my palm. “It’s about you,” she croaked. My brow furrowed, and confusion swam. “What do you mean?” Pain swirled in those dark blue irises. No…it was deeper than pain. Agony. “Your mom,” she finally rasped. I stilled, my blood running cold as my hand slowly dropped from Fallon’s face. “She had more kids. You have three half-sisters, and DHS just took them into custody.”
