met you, I had a daughter.
Her name is Eleanor Hart.
Her mother took her away when Eleanor was a baby.
I searched for years, and Arthur eventually found her.
I was ashamed that I had waited so long, and then more years passed because I was afraid the truth would cost me you.”
I stood so quickly that the brass key fell to the carpet.
“He had a daughter?”
Arthur bent to pick up the key.
“Yes.”
“And you knew?”
“Not when we first met.
Daniel told me much later.”
“You sat across from me for days and said nothing.”
“I promised him the truth would come from that letter.”
“You also let me speak about my four children as if Daniel had no others.”
Arthur’s face tightened.
“You have every right to be angry.”
“I gave that man thirty-eight years.”
“And he loved you for all thirty-eight.”
“Love
