“Her daughter worked at the hospital.”
I turned toward him.
“Your coworker’s daughter?”
He nodded.
“The person I told you was being brought here tonight.”
“You said it was your coworker.”
“I lied.”
I felt like someone had punched me.
“You lied about why you came here?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
He looked at Lucy.
“Because I didn’t know how to tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
He swallowed.
“About three months ago, Eleanor’s daughter contacted me.”
“Why?”
“Because she knew about us.”
I stared at him.
“About our foster application?”
“No.”
He paused.
“About our daughter.”
For several seconds, I couldn’t breathe.
“We have three sons.”
“I know.”
“We never had a daughter.”
“I know.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
He looked at me with tears in his eyes.
“Twenty-two years ago, you did.”
Everything inside me went silent.
I had to sit down.
