CHAPTER 41

Skylar's POV

The air in the room felt stifling, thick with tension I couldn't escape. The birth certificate lay crumpled in my hand, its words seared into my mind. Adopted. Every time I looked at it, my chest tightened like a vice. I wanted answers, but more than that, I wanted the truth.

Uncle Martin," I said, my voice colder than I'd expected. And I didn't care. He deserved it. "Why does this say I'm adopted?"

He barely glanced at me, lounging in the armchair like he hadn't a care in the world. That smirk of his? It made my blood boil.

"Skylar, you're focusing on the wrong thing," he drawled, waving a hand dismissively. "We've got bigger problems than some piece of paper.

Bigger problems?" My voice cracked, my anger bubbling just below the boil. "You're telling me my whole life has been a lie and you expect me to just move on?"