helped take care of the baby for a few hours until everything could be arranged.”
I didn’t need to hear the next sentence.
I already knew.
“That baby was me?”
My father nodded.
I grabbed the back of the armchair.
“So…”
“Your mother and I are not your biological parents.”
My legs weakened, and I sat down.
Twenty-nine years of my life changed in a single sentence.
Then I remembered something else he had said.
Until eight o’clock, it will just be the two of us.
I looked at the clock.
7:58.
“Why eight o’clock?”
My father stood.
“Because I didn’t bring you here only to tell you the truth.”
Someone knocked on the door.
I froze.
My father didn’t move.
“Who is it?”
He looked directly at me.
“If you tell me right now that you don’t want this, I won’t open that door.”
There was a second
