"It's me,"
"Years," she said, and looked at the table. "I knew, and I didn't come. There was a reason I couldn't reach out."
I felt the floor tilt. "What?"
She twisted her napkin.
Quiet, that was Grace, even now. Always the one who hoped the storm would pass if she stayed still.
"There was a reason I couldn't reach out."
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"I was afraid," she said. "Someone worked very hard to keep us apart. I thought if I contacted you, I'd lose the only connection I had left to our family."
"Who?"
She shook her head. "That isn't why I came here. There's something more important you have to know. He's alive."
"Who's alive?"
"I was afraid,"
"Dad."
"Mom told us Dad was dead," I said. "Are you telling me she was wrong?"
"He's alive, but he's dying. He's in the hospital, and I'm afraid we're running out of time." Her eyes filled. "His wife, Evelyn, will try to stop us. She's the reason I stayed away."
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I should have thrown my coffee at her.
Forty-five years, and she'd saved the biggest news for last.
"Are you telling me she was wrong?"
I was furious.
I was also already standing, folder clutched to my chest.
"Where's the hospital?"
"I have a car outside."
"Then let's go."
She hesitated. "I don't deserve your forgiveness."
I was furious.
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"No," I said. "You don't. Not yet. Move."
In the car, her phone buzzed again and again. She kept glancing at it like it might bite.
"You haven't told Evelyn about me," I said.
"No."
The phone buzzed one more time. Grace read the screen, and the color drained from her face.
She kept glancing at it like it might bite.
"She wants to know where I am," she whispered. "We may already be running out of time."
We drove through gray streets while I watched my sister grip the wheel. I turned my face to the window, then back to her.
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"Tell me about Evelyn. All of it."
Grace gripped the steering wheel. "Dad and Mom separated before she died. She told us he was dead, but he was alive in another state."
"We may already be running out of time."
"His name wasn't on our birth certificates, and nobody contacted him when we entered foster care. By the time he learned Mom had died and tried to find us, we'd both been adopted. He had no idea what names we were living under."
"And you knew this?"
"I found him when I was in my twenties," Grace said. "By then he'd married Evelyn. She let me visit, but she always arranged the calls and made herself part of every conversation."
