He wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“Is it true?”
Finally, he whispered,
“Yes.”
I felt the floor beneath me disappear.
Every memory rushed through my mind.
Our first meeting.
His kindness.
The way he had seemed interested in my children.
The way he had learned their favorite foods.
The way he had told me he wanted to be called Dad.
Had any of it been real?
“Why?” I asked.
Nathan’s silence was answer enough.
Linda finally spoke.
“You owned the house before your sister died, didn’t you?”
I stared at her.
“My sister?”
“Yes.”
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