Claire picked up Noah’s coat.
“If Robert was your father, ask someone who knew him back then.”
“My mother.”
She nodded. “Because whatever Grace knew, she never told me enough to make sense of it.”
When he’s sober, he remembers he has a son.
“Did she ever say Robert was family?”
“No.”
“Did she ever say he wasn’t?”
Claire looked at me.
“No.”
She never told me enough to make sense of it.
***
Mark stopped me after Claire left. “Sophie, she barely knew anything.”
“She knew Dad’s name.”
“That could mean a hundred things.”
“Exactly.”
“I’ll drive.”
She barely knew anything.
“No. Stay with Emma.”
“What are you going to ask Susan?”
I picked up Noah’s photograph. “Why a dead woman I never met knew my father.”
***
Mom opened the door in pajamas. “Honey? What happened?”
I placed Noah’s picture on the table. “Do you know this boy?”
