is coming over again.”
I closed my eyes.
“Tell her soon.”
A week later, the independent test results arrived.
This time, there was no ambiguity about the biological relationship.
Ellie was my daughter.
I stared at the report until the words blurred.
Then I called Nora.
She answered on the first ring.
“Claire?”
My voice shook.
“It’s confirmed.”
Silence.
Then I heard her inhale sharply.
“Oh, Claire…”
Neither of us spoke for several seconds.
Finally, she whispered, “Come over.”
When I arrived, Tom opened the door.
He looked as though
