“She didn’t.”
“What?”
“You’re the one who looked like her.”
The room spun.
I gripped the wall.
Rosalyn opened another file.
Inside was a medical photograph.
A DNA report.
And a handwritten statement.
I read it twice.
Then again.
The truth was impossible.
I was not my father’s biological daughter.
My real biological father was someone else.
Someone I had seen every week for years.
Someone who had attended my birthday party.
Someone who had kissed my daughter on the forehead.
Someone who had always been introduced to me as—
Uncle Daniel.
My father’s best friend.
I stared at Rosalyn.
“Why?”
She cried.
“Because your mother had an affair.”
“With Daniel?”
“Yes.”
“And Elena?”
Rosalyn shook her head.
“Elena was your father’s biological daughter.”
I stopped.
Suddenly the entire story rearranged itself.
My father had two girls.
One biological.
One not.
And after my mother died, he had switched our identities.
