12. Luxtyn

12

LUXTYN

I give myself a tour of the room, which is bigger than any of the apartments my mom and I have lived in. It's complete with a master bath, walk-in shower, Jacuzzi, and walk-in closet.

After nosing around, I finally find the remote that closes the shades. It's already dark out, but there's something about being in a fishbowl with floor-to-ceiling windows. I don't like it, probably because I've seen The Glass House far too many times to count. It's one of my mom's favorites, and somehow she always convinces me to watch it with her.

I climb onto the bed and lie down, letting my body sink into the cloudlike mattress, exhausted from everything that I've learned today. How have I gone my entire life not knowing who my dad is and now I learn he's in the Mafia?

If it's true and he is my dad, I can't say I blame my mom for taking me away from him when she did. If kidnapping and killing people is what these Mafia people do, I want nothing to do with them.

My mind races as I wonder how long it'll take for the doctor to get the DNA results back. Even though I can't seem to shut my brain off, my eyelids still grow heavy, closing on their own as I'm pulled into a deep sleep. I end up in a slumber I had no idea I could have in a moment like this.