“There’s something I need to tell you,” she says, and I look down at the dot on the phone that blinks red, recording her voice. Instinctively, I don’t know why, I reach down and turn it off. “What?” I say. “I’m—I’m not the only one,” she says. “What do you mean?” “I’m not the only biological child you’ve got,” she says. “From what I’ve gathered so far, there are a hundred and sixty-seven of us. Probably more.”
Whaaaa—??
