“He wasn’t your dad.” Noah sucked in a sharp breath. “What?” “You were kidnapped from Mexico City when you were two years old. Either by Holt or by somebody who gave or sold you to Holt. He wasn’t your father.” Noah dropped to his knees in front of Adam, looking up at him, face pale. “That’s not true.” “We ran your DNA.” “What? How?” “I took your hair while you were sleeping and Calliope sent it to an ancestry website to see if we could find any familial matches.” Noah blinked rapidly, like he was attempting to process this information, his expression pained as he asked, “Why didn’t you just
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