I felt the room spinning around me.
“Are you telling me that he…?”
My aunt nodded.
“He wasn’t your biological father, Mary. But while you were living in their house, he abused you. Your mother knew. She tried to leave him, but Robert threatened to kill all of you.”
I couldn’t breathe.
The man who had taught me how to ride a bicycle…
The man who had walked me down the aisle on my wedding day…
The man I had held in my arms as he lay dying…
That same man was the father of my two daughters.Get Parenting Tips
We decided to repeat the tests at an independent laboratory.
Two weeks later, the results confirmed that Linda and Susan were my biological daughters.
A comparison with a preserved medical sample from Robert also confirmed his paternity.
That evening, the three of us sat in my kitchen.
