Liana's POV
The evening meal was strangely quiet. I watched Cam pick at her mashed potatoes then all of a study, she raid her head in one fluid motion and asked me a question. "Mummy?" she asked, throwimg jabs at her mashed potatoes but not eating, her little fingers pushing the food around on the plate instead of into her mouth. "That man in the park... the one you told to stay away… was he my daddy?"
The question was a total shock. I thought she had forgotten since she didn't say anything about it. My fork slipped, and it clanged against my plate and for a moment, I couldn't remember how to breathe. Mum stopped cutting on the other side of the table, knife halted on the roast chicken in front of her. The room was suddwnly filled with just the deafening sound of silence.
I tried ro sp
