She turns to David. She walks to him and hugs him, and his arms grip real flesh—not some Scooby-Doo apparition. She pushes the hair away from his eyes and says, “You’re not missing half of you. You’re whole. A whole person. You’re better off than a lot of people who know who their dads are.” “Will she ever tell me?” he says. “She can’t tell you. She doesn’t know. Do you understand?” He nods into her shoulder, and she releases him.
