Chapter 38: Confusing Words

Theo’s POV

“You should talk to her,” says James, on the other end of the line. His kind face remains serene for the entire duration of the conversation. “Explain things to her. You might be surprised how well she can understand the situation.”

He smiles. His face has changed over the years, but not much. I met him when he was an older man, so to me he's always looked like that, with his bald head and the white strands of hair growing out of his ears. I always thought he looked like he had cotton glued to his head, not hair.

James' eyes are blue. I got my mother's eyes, not his, but for all I know, my father had eyes the same shade of blue.

“I don't know,” I say sighing and as I bring my hands to my head. “It terrifies me to think about the truth.”

“Do its repercussions bother you?” he says with a thick white eyebrow raised.

“Rather, its implications,” I comment with a grimace. “Anyway, I've taken up too much of your time already.”