Raphael
I sat in the car and gripped the steering wheel. Gabe had tossed me out of his house so that he could climb back in bed with his plastic wife, but I was ready to leave anyway. There was so much I needed to process.
I had a daughter.
Beautiful, sweet, high-spirited Lucy was my own flesh and blood daughter.
Now that I knew, it made perfect sense. She didn’t have Gabe’s blue eyes, but rather the rare amber color I had inherited from my father.
There were pieces of Gabe’s story that didn’t fit, though. Had they really made any effort to contact me about the pregnancy? True, I had changed my phone and email accounts after I left. The company lawyer had advised me to channel all communication through the company servers and web domains for the sake of privacy and cyber security.
