Chapter 74 Under The Doc

• “Ah… Whitaker…” My voice wavered, a thread of unease coiled in my chest. “How did you know the man was a Whitaker?”
• Mum shook her head softly, her hand rising to brush the tousled hair from my brow. Her touch lingered, warm and steadying. “Did you truly believe your father and I would stand idle, watching you shoulder this alone?” A faint smile ghosted her lips, bittersweet. “The geologist told us weeks ago. That pin—the stone embedded in it—there’s only one family in Boston who’d possess such a thing.”
• The revelation hit me like a boulder, knocking the wind from my lungs. For a moment, I could only stare at her, eyes wide with disbelief.