David said, “Your mother’s name was Annie.”

I froze.

“Thomas has been trying to find you,” he continued.

“Trying?”

“He’s very ill.”

I stared at him.

“How ill?”

“His doctors believe he has very little time.”

I nearly shut the door anyway.

Then David said the one thing I’d spent most of my childhood imagining.

“His last wish is to see his daughter.”

Two days later,continue reading …

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