“And me?” I asked quietly. “Where does that leave me?”
Mom reached for my hand. “You still have your share,” she said.
“I’m not taking anything from you. I’m just… correcting a piece of his wrong.”
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “And what does she want from me?” I asked.
“Personally.”
Mom’s gaze softened. “She wants to know you,” she said. “She said you seem strong.
Kind. She said you remind her of the good parts of her mother.”
I barked out a short laugh. “She broke my trust before she even met me,” I said.
“That’s a weird way to introduce yourself.”
“She was scared,” Mom said. “She thought if she knocked on your door and said, ‘Hi, I’m your father’s secret daughter,’ you’d slam it in her face. So she went for proof first.
Wrong choice. But fear makes us do foolish things.”
Silence stretched between us.
“I don’t know what to do with any of this,” I finally said. “I feel like my memories just got rewritten.”
Mom squeezed my hand.
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