When we get home, Kenna can’t stop talking about Cedric.
“Cedric recognized that he’s her father?” Ishir asks.
“No, he just realized that she’s my daughter. He thinks you or Avani are her father, or he alluded that you might both be.” Ishir gives me a ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ look.
“Momma, when can we see him again?”
“I don’t know, sweet girl. I don’t even know how to get ahold of him.”
“He left his number in your bag.”
I look at her, frowning. “He did?”
“Mmhmm, when you were shifting, he put it in your bag. I saw him.”
I walk to my bag, opening it, and there it is: a note from Cedric:
Tana,
Here’s my number. Please use it.
Cedric
And under that is his number. I look at it. It looks vaguely familiar. I don’t remember ever calling him before, but I take his number and put
