Anderson exhaled, his gaze steady. "That's enough for today."
I wanted to argue, to tell him he didn't get to decide when this conversation ended—but I could tell it wouldn't get me anywhere. He had shut the door on the topic, at least for now.
"Go and get some rest," he continued. "There's a lot to process."
I let out a short, dry laugh. "Oh, yeah. Finding out my whole life was a lie? Super easy to process. Shouldn't take more than, what—an hour?"
Alex smirked. "Glad to hear your adjusting Fine."
I rolled her eyes
Aaron, who had been quiet, finally spoke. "Mia." His tone was calmer, less amused than Alex's. "You need to rest."
I turned to face him, irritation prickling under my skin. "Yeah? And why do you care?"
Aaron's expression didn't waver. "Because you're my sister."
The words felt foreign, wrong somehow. I barely knew these people. They weren't my family—they were strangers who had decided I belonged to them.
Before I could respond, a voice interrupted.
"Miss Mia?"
I turned to see a woman standing near the staircase. She was older, maybe in her late forties, with warm brown eyes and dark hair neatly tied back. She wore a crisp uniform, her posture straight but not unkind.
"I am Elena," she said gently. "I will show you to your room."
I hesitated but I was too exhausted to do anything.
"Fine." I turned back to Elena, my voice laced with sarcasm. "Lead the way to my prison cell."
Elena's lips twitched, like she was fighting back a smile. "Of course, miss. Right this way."
With one last glance at the three men who were apparently my family, I followed her up the grand staircase, my footsteps echoing through the massive halls.
Rest? Yeah, right.
I wasn't sure I'd ever sleep peacefully again