No.”
Poppy looked from Adrian’s photograph in my folder to the man approaching the house.
Her small fingers tightened around my shoulder.
Then she said a word she’d learned from pointing at his picture.
“Daddy.”
Adrian stopped in the doorway.
His eyes moved from my daughter to his mother.
Then he placed the original letter on the kitchen table beside her blank check.
He didn’t try to hug me.
He barely seemed to notice the money.
He couldn’t take his eyes off Poppy.
Celeste was the first to speak.
“You
