My head spun. I blinked, hoping this was nothing more than a grief-induced hallucination. But he remained. I reached for the wall to steady myself.
"Miss, are you okay?" Sean moved toward me, but I let out a yelp and flinched away from him. He quickly pulled back.
"Dad, are you ready?" Trent appeared behind Sean, and I gasped.
Sean Halstead was Trent's father? My sweaty palm slipped against the wall, and I started to fall.
"Chloe." Trent had me in his arms before I hit the floor, but his quick movements only made me dizzier. "Are you okay?"
His eyes were full of concern, and for a moment, I forgot why I'd freaked out in the first place. The safety and comfort I found in his arms warred with my confusion and anger.
But then Sean spoke again, his gaze still locked on me. "This is Chloe?" He said it like he knew who I was but couldn't believe I was within reach.
My heart raced. "Let me go." I shoved against Trent's chest. "Let me go!"