Riley’s POV
Theo's gaze remains fixed on the floor. He does not look at me. Dark red hair falls over his face in a flaming mess.
I don't feel able to speak, but I don't need to either. He continues to tell the story slowly, bringing memories to light with each word.
“I met my mother when I was four years old. I have vague memories of that time. By then, Cameron had already been born. After her affair with my father and after she recovered from childbirth, the Baroness had her married off to a man of high society.”
Theo is silent for a moment. I dare not speak, but inside me, I beg to know what he is thinking, or remembering.
“She was a sweet woman. I remember she always smelled of flowers, though I could never identify which ones. She spent many years away from me so her mother didn't find out that she did, in fact, know where I was.”
“How did she know?” I ask in a whisper.