“These are . . .” My throat closed on the words. His daughters. These women were his daughters. Emmett, the Tin Gypsies, had known about them. Dad had daughters besides Shelby and me. He’d had a family. And suddenly the reality of my life hit me like a tidal wave. We hadn’t lied to stay safe from his enemies. We hadn’t hidden our names, our identities, to escape danger. We’d lied to protect his lie. We’d been his other family. The dirty secret.