“Mom, what are you talking about?”
She took a trembling breath.
“Richard Price wasn't merely connected to the Willow Creek Trust.”
My heart began pounding.
“He was connected to you.”
I felt cold.
“How?”
She closed her eyes.
Then whispered:
“He was your father.”
The room seemed to disappear.
Richard Price.
The man accused of stealing millions from vulnerable women.
The man who had supposedly died.
The man whose sons were involved in imprisoning Mrs. Wilson and the others.
My biological father.
I could barely speak.
“Then Alex and Daniel…”
My mother nodded through her tears.
“Your half brothers.”
I sank into the chair.
My entire life had just been rewritten in a single afternoon.
But before I could absorb the truth, my phone vibrated.
A new message.
Unknown number.
*Now you know who your father is.*
Then another.
*But Margaret still hasn't told you why Eleanor gave you away.*
