Darius's POV
I hate to admit it, but Sarah is good. Really good. Even after I snapped at her, told her to get out of my life, she didn't budge. She stayed, quietly slipping updates to my brother. Annoying, sure, but undeniably effective. And today? She proved her worth again.
It's confirmed—my father didn't father Allison. Last night, I had started piecing it together. It didn't make sense, the idea that he could still be alive or that Grenade might actually be my sister. My father never had red hair, and neither did Francesca. The chances of him being Allison's father were impossible. Whoever her father is, he must have had hair like Allison's and Grenade's—vivid, unmistakable red.