“Emily, sit down.”
“I grew up believing my mother was dead because of you. Now I find out that she may be alive somewhere.”
“Please open the envelope.”
“I don’t want your money.”
“There’s no money inside.”
He pushed the envelope toward me.
With trembling hands, I opened it. The continuation read in the comments ‼️👇‼️👇 Inside were several old documents, a
hospital identification bracelet, and a letter written in a woman’s handwriting.
But the name on the first document forced me back into my seat.
“Father of the child: Unknown.”
Below it were the words:
“Legal guardian: Mark Davis.”
Mark Davis was my father.
“What does this mean?”
He sat across from me but couldn’t look into my eyes.
“I’m not your biological father.”
For a moment, I couldn’t even hear the sounds of the restaurant around me.
