Cain's face softened. He pulled a green towel from a rock and wrapped it around his waist. "Right. Well, I suppose this is awkward. You look just like her. You are her. I thought that, if you saw me, you would remember. I just wanted to see you again. After what father did to you, to us, I never thought I'd see you again."
I squelched my shoe in some mud. "Um, Henry and I, er, your father and I aren't really a thing. Like at all. He's kinda a jerky Harry Styles lookalike."
Cain's lips, who had the same dramatic Cupid's bow as mine – urgh – parted.. "I wasn't talking about Adam."
"Uh… okay then. Look, sorry I look like your mom or whatever, but you're a stranger, and whoever your mysterious father is, if he's not Adam, I've never met him."
Cain laughed. All dark and earthy. God, he sounded just like Sam. Why?
