“Oh, I’m definitely writing the story.” She glances between Mallory and me, steely determination etching itself into the lines of her face. “But I’m also going to take my time and research your father before I take this to my editor. So it would really help if you could point me in the direction of anyone who could corroborate this story, someone who could help me round out the details of who your mom was, who your father is, and how things ended up like this.”
