Page 46 of Let Go My Gargoyle
“He has other half-siblings?” Sofia asked.
Trennon nodded. “Three. As far as I know, he hasn’t seen any of them in decades.”
Griffin squeezed Sofia’s shoulder. He could only imagine how this must be affecting her. Trennon’s story was undoubtedly twisting whatever reality she’d believed up to this point.
“How do you know he was six when his mother left?” Delilah suddenly interrupted.
Sofia didn’t reply.
“And why did he kidnap your daughter? Let’s get back to that. What’s your connection to Trennon’s son?” Delilah demanded.
Sofia stiffened under Griffin’s arm.
“Please tell us, Sofia,” Antoinette implored. “If you know anything that will help get Penelope back…”
“I do,” she whispered. “It’s just so hard. I-I’ve been bullied into not speaking of this for literally my entire life. I don’t even know how…”
“Gods above, Trennon,” Delilah blurted, slapping the man’s chest.
He rubbed the offended spot. “What?”
“Who’s your mother?” Delilah demanded, looking at Sofia. “What’s her name?”
Sofia’s gaze bounced around the room, landing on each person in turn and jumping to the next until she caught Griffin’s gaze. And held it. He didn’t break the contact. He needed her to know that he supported her, that he believed in her. That he would do anything to help her open up about her past.
“Cerci,” she finally whispered, so low a human would not have been able to hear her.
“Did you say Cerci?” Delilah said in a booming voice.
“Cerci?” Trennon repeated, his eyes going wide. “I knew a Cerci once.”
Griffin watched as Sofia swallowed thickly, her gaze now on Trennon, who stared back as if he were trying to work out a puzzle in his head.
“I knew a Cerci,” Trennon repeated. “Dated her, oh, twenty-five, twenty-six years ago, I’d say. Good woman. Gorgeous hair.”
His eyes widened. Sofia lifted her arm and touched her dark locks. Griffin was pretty sure it was a subconscious action.
Trennon’s eyes widened further. “Cerci? You…Cerci?”
Sofia blinked rapidly and offered up a small smile. “No, I’m not Cerci. But I am her daughter.”
“You look so much like her,” Trennon said.
“You look like him too,” Delilah added.
Trennon gave her a blank look. “Who?”
“You, you idiot.” She smacked him upside the head. “She’s your daughter, T.”
“She’s…”
“Your daughter,” Delilah repeated slowly.
“Really?” Trennon asked, staring at Sofia.
She hesitated and then nodded. His gaze roved over her face.
“I-I see it. Your nose. You have my nose.” He turned to Delilah, a goofy smile on his face. “She has my nose.”
