It All Started With The Kidnapping

Chapter 19 - The Unexpected Revelation

Elijah's pov

It had been a few hours since we all arrived at the bar, and the introduction between my father and Luna had gone smoothly. But I couldn't help noticing him glancing at Luna repeatedly. Finally, I'd had enough and asked, "Dad, why do you keep looking at Luna?"

He looked at me, initially surprised that I'd caught him, but then his expression shifted to confusion. "I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't been staring at her."

I raised an eyebrow and asked, "If you're not looking at Luna, then who are you watching?"

He glanced around the room before turning back to me and saying, "I've just been trying to find the bathroom."

I shook my head in disbelief. "I can't believe you're lying to your own son. I showed you where the bathroom was earlier—you're a terrible liar sometimes."

He then replied, "Oh, right?" Sometimes I really wonder what goes on in my father's head.

I was furious, so I snapped, "Luna is way younger than you. Don't even think about trying to cheat on Mom with her. That's just... ugh, disgusting."

He looked at me, clearly shocked, and said, "I would never, not in a million years, cheat on your mother. I love her with all my heart. Why would you even think that?"

Thank goodness, that eased some of my worries, even though I don't know why my mind went there in the first place.

"Okay, then why are you staring at Luna and not even bothering to deny it?" I asked, still frustrated.

He looked at me, surprised. "I'm surprised you haven't noticed yet," he said, glancing back at her.

"Noticed what? There's nothing unusual about Luna. She looks like anyone else," I replied, confused.

He just kept looking at Luna and said, "You do realize that only our family has purple eyes, right?"

I rolled my eyes. "Of course I know that, but what does that have to do with anything?"

He shook his head and said, "Look at Luna more closely—she has purple eyes. That's what you missed."

I looked at her and saw the purple eyes, but my stubbornness wouldn't let me admit it, so I said, "It could be contact lenses." But as I glanced back at her, I realized there was no way she was wearing contacts. How did I never notice this before? She had blue eyes earlier—I'm sure of it. Am I going crazy?

My dad smacked the back of my head and said, "No, it's not contact lenses, you idiot. And if you look closely, she has your mother's smile and laugh."

I shook my head in denial. No, it can't be true. I refuse to believe it. "What are you saying, Dad?" I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief.

He just smiled, looking over at her and said, "I'm saying she could be your sister."

It can't be. No, he must be drunk. That's the only explanation. "Shut up, Dad. She can't be. My sister died 16 years ago, so don't say that," I snapped back.

He looked down for a moment, then met my eyes and said, "Son, we never found a body or any real evidence." I could hear the hope in his voice, but it only made things worse. I had already grieved the loss of my sister—I didn't need this right now.

I couldn't take any more of this. "You're drunk, Dad. Let's go," I said, standing up and trying to pull him to his feet. But he yanked his arm out of my grasp and insisted, "No, I know for a fact that Luna is her."

I shook my head, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. "I know you miss her, Dad, but you can't just say Luna is her. That's not fair to anyone. Luna is my friend, not my sister. You're just drunk—let's go home."