“I don’t expect an apology out of you,” I started. “Good, because I don’t have one to give.” “But,” I continued. “I need to know. I need to hear you explain.” “Explain what?” “How you could lie straight to my face about my own child, and then move me away from the girl carrying that child, leaving her alone and leaving me in the dark about it all.” For once, I had shocked my father silent.
