“No.”
I continued.
‘Years later, Linda contacted me and told me the child was mine. Her name was Grace.’
I stopped breathing.
I nearly destroyed our family.
Grace.
Dad’s daughter.
My sister. Noah’s mother.
‘I asked for proof because I was afraid to believe her. The test confirmed it. Grace was my daughter.’
“Oh, God.”
The child was mine.
Mom covered her mouth.
“You really didn’t know.”
“He never told me.”
I forced myself to keep reading.
‘Grace was only a few years older than you. I met her in secret because I was ashamed of how she came into my life and terrified that telling the truth would cost me the family I already had.’
I was afraid to believe her.
“You knew he was seeing her.”
“I knew he was seeing someone connected to Linda. Sometimes I thought the affair had started again.”
“He was meeting his daughter.”
