father, Spence. Paige and Sienna are your daughters.”
Spence’s vision dimmed to a hazy gray. He was aware of his surroundings and the words Frankie had spoken—Paige and Sienna are your daughters—but nothing made sense.
Sweat broke out on his forehead. He swore he could feel each and every bead forming. Hearing a muffled thump, he looked down at his cowboy hat on the floor. Glaring at his hands as if they were at fault, he bent and retrieved the hat. The motion caused a dizzying sensation, as if he were on an elevator that had stopped too fast.
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