“Cole, sit down, please,” Ky replied, gesturing toward the sofa in the corner of the basement.
“Why? What’s going on? Oh, hell. Larry decided I can’t stay at Domicile.”
“Not at all,” Ky assured him. “This is about something else. Something you need to know.” He sighed, waiting for Cole to sit, then began pacing in front of him. “I’m not sure where to start.”
Cole smiled weakly. “What’s the saying? Start at the beginning?”
“I suppose that would be when your mother left at the sanctuary when you were less than a month old.”
“Mom did what? No way. What are you talking about?”
“Not the woman you called Mom. I mean your birth mother. I know this will come as a shock to you, since the Williamses never told you, but you were adopted by the couple you consider your parents.”
“You haveto be shitting me.” Shocked, Cole glared at Ky. “And how would you know, anyway?”
“It’s my job to know.”