“There is one more thing.” I gulped—there was no way of sugarcoating this. “Well, two more things. One: Toby was adopted, and his biological mother was the Laughlins’ then-teenage daughter.” Alisa stared at me for a good three seconds. Then she arched an eyebrow, waiting for the other thing. “And two,” I continued, thinking back to the moment when Grayson had stopped me from saying this on camera—and how. “I have reason to believe that Toby is, in all likelihood, my father.”

