Hannah returned home with only one thought in mind, and that was to tell Brooke about what she found out.
Or at least, what she speculated to be true.
That Julian truly was her father.
She went into Brooke's room, fully prepared to let her know the half truth. Unexpectedly, the cheerful woman at the start of a new project was perched at the side of her bed, teary eyed.
"Mrs Grayson!" Hannah cried, bolting to her side. She held Brooke by the shoulders, her eyes frantically searching her for any injuries. "Did something happen? Is it the prosthetic?"
Brooke sniffled, "It's Thane. His health, it's worse."
Hannah knew this.
But she didn't know to what extent. Ever since her involvement with Tara, Mr Grayson had kept a huge wall between them.
"It's going to be fine." She cooed, knowing it was nothing but a lie.
Brooke shook her head. "Not this time. The doctor- The doctor said-" she was choked up with words, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.
