I stared at it until my eyes blurred, because it made even less sense than the first document.
A child’s name. A date. Claire listed as the mother.
No father named.
The birthdate was years before Claire and I married.
I sat in the stillness of our bedroom, trying to fit this new information into the life I remembered. Claire had a child before me. A daughter I had never heard of. A daughter whose name had never been spoken in our home, even once.
