Anaisa's heart stopped for a moment, and then restarted as she stared at Sanders.
"You're sure? You're sure that no one you've ever met was adopted?"
The implications of his statement made her ears thunder, and she struggled to stay calm while she awaited his answer.
"I choose words carefully." He looked at her seriously and her anxiety exploded into fury.
"What can I do? How can I prove it? How can I stop Barnabas?" Anaisa lowered her voice desperately, and Sanders' mouth formed into a thin line. "Why would Father confess such a vile lie?"
Her mind reeled. Her heart pounded.
Sanders waited several moments again. He seemed to be struggling answering her directly, and once again he seemed to steer the conversation in a new direction.
"How is your marriage? I never married, but I always imagined that clear communication would be the biggest challenge for a new couple."
