America POV

I go into my old room and looked around. Everything is the same. I look into the closet, and all of my old dresses are still there. My perfumes are still on my dresser, same bedspread, same chandelier.

The only thing different is that there are 2 little cots on the ground next to my bed, probably for
Eadlyn and Aaron.

Ok, America, think. Maxon put you in your old room, told you to call him Maxon, and he said we are all friends here. Was he just talking about him and Celeste? Does Maxon know it is me? So many questions were running through my head.

"Mommy?" Oh, my kids. " What is it Eadlyn?" "I have a question to ask you." By this point Aaron had walked over to. "Well, ask away."
" who is our daddy?"
That was not the question I was going for.