‘Lorraine?’ I repeat. ‘Who is Lorraine?’ ‘My mother.’ ‘I’m your mother.’ ‘No. You’re the person who stole me and lied to me my entire life. Lorraine is my birth mother.’ I inhale sharply. ‘You’ve met her?’ He cocks his head. ‘You look surprised. Why wouldn’t I want to get to know her? It’s not as if she willingly gave me up.’ ‘When did this happen?’ ‘About eighteen months ago.’ ‘And I’m only hearing about it now?’ ‘You never asked.’
