The Adopted Lie
She slammed the mug onto the table, rushed over, and snatched the phone from my hand so roughly her nails nearly tore my skin.
“Are you sick, Lucas Barner?” She locked the screen at once. Her eyes reddened as outrage flooded her voice. “You went through my phone, and you think you have the right to question me?”
I pointed at the adoption book on the table, my hand shaking despite myself.
“I’m asking you who that pinned contact is. And why is your best friend's son adopted as my son?”
Sophia drew a sharp breath.
Tears spilled down her cheeks.
“Noah’s mother was Grace Spencer. She was my best friend in college. She died suddenly and left behind nothing but a letter and her son.”