She tilted, almost falling over the overnight bag that had somehow ended up at her feet, but Antonin was right there to grab her in his arms and carry her to the couch only steps away. “Come on, Ellie. Sit down. The first time can be a problem—” “What did Dad mean?” She looked straight into his eyes as he stood over her. “Come clean? About what?” Antonin froze for a few brief seconds before letting her settle onto the couch. Then he straightened and stood in front of her. “There’s still a lot you don’t know…about everything.” Okay, that didn’t sound good. “Like what?” His expression went completely blank. “I don’t think we should do this right now. You’ve had a lot of stuff thrown at you in a short amount of time. I don’t want to confuse the issues any more than we need to. Not yet anyway.” Now why did that sound like a lame excuse for not wanting to answer her question? She let him hang for several long seconds, waiting to see what he’d reveal.
