“Who was my mother?”
Vivian’s eyes filled with tears.
“She was my sister.”
I couldn’t move.
“What?”
Alyssa stared at her mother.
“What did you just say?”
Vivian whispered:
“Your mother was my younger sister.”
The room seemed to lose all sound.
I stared at her.
“My mother was your sister?”
“Yes.”
I shook my head.
“That makes no sense.”
Richard looked at me.
“It does.”
He reached into his jacket and pulled out an old photograph.
He placed it on the table.
I looked down.
Two young women stood beside each other.
One was Vivian.
The other—
I stopped breathing.
She had my eyes.
My nose.
My smile.
My exact expression.
I had seen that face before.
In the mirror.
My hands began to shake.
“Her name was Elaine,” Vivian whispered.
I touched the photograph.
“Why didn’t Dad tell me?”
“He didn’t know everything.”
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
Vivian looked at me.
“Because Elaine died when you were two.”
I stared at her.
“What happened?”
“She was sick.”
Richard lowered his head.
“She had no one.”
Vivian continued.
“I took you in.”
“You adopted me?”
“No.”
Her answer came too quickly.
“You were never officially adopted.”
I looked at her.
“What?”
“Your mother left instructions that William was your father.”
I shook my head.
“That’s impossible.”
Richard said quietly:
“Elaine had been with William before he met Vivian.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
Richard nodded.
“William knew Elaine.”
My mind raced.
Suddenly the photographs in Dad’s study made sense.
The dates.
The letters.
The strange tenderness in his handwriting.
He hadn’t been watching me from a distance because he felt guilty.
He had been watching me because I was his daughter.
Biologically.
Completely.
But there was something else.
“Then why did Vivian marry him?”
Richard answered.
“Because Elaine was dying.”
Vivian wiped her tears.
“Elaine asked me to protect you.”
I looked at her.
“And you did?”
She couldn’t answer.
I laughed softly.
“You were supposed to protect me.”
“I tried.”
“You spent eighteen years convincing me Dad didn’t love me.”
“I was angry.”
“At me?”
“At Elaine.”
“She’s dead.”
“I know.”
“So you punished me for something she did?”
Vivian looked away.
I felt something inside me finally break.
Not in a painful way.
