“I haven’t told anyone yet, but my birth mother came to me a few days ago and told me who my father was.” The words caught in my throat, making it hard to continue. “Well, now,” Nana breathed. “It suddenly makes sense. You were the spitting image of him as a baby. Never could explain it.” My lips parted in shock. “Uncle Brody?” “Aye. His eyes darkened through childhood to a gray-blue, but when he was born, his eyes looked just like yours.” The fondness in her smile wavered with grief. “Such a shame he never knew. Did you hear that, Paddy?” She called over to her husband in a raised voice.
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