Time seemed to be a complete blur from the moment Justin had even thought there had been the remotest possibility that Ella was his real daughter.
Megan did a brilliant job keeping her distracted, and even he was mesmerised by just how pretty Ella's aura was. The lightest of green aura's he'd ever seen, and then when it split into two colours that were now familiar, he just blinked in wonderment.
Justin kept his hand on Ella's curls, wondering if he'd fallen, hit his head and all this was some bizarre dream.
He was Ella's father. When Megan confirmed it, he opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, then opened it, but no words seemed to come out.
In the end, he just looked between Millicent and Ella - his daughter - his blood daughter - and just said the first thing that came to mind. "But how?"
Biting his lip, he looked over to Megan, knowing that she was not the sort to joke about something like this, nor would she make any sort of mistake.