Dad’s grip tightened painfully around my arm.
“Dad?” I whispered sharply. “What’s wrong?”
He stared at Julian while all the color drained from his face.
“No…” Dad breathed. “This can’t be.”
Julian’s smile disappeared as he stepped toward us.
Dad slowly raised a trembling hand.
“How is this possible?” he demanded. “I thought you disappeared thirty years ago!”
My knees nearly buckled.
“Do you two know each other?” I asked.
Dad whispered one word.
“Adrian…”