“Yes.”
“Did you ever love me?”
His voice broke.
“That was the only part that wasn’t a lie.”
I sat down.
He continued.
“Paisley is not biologically yours.”
My heart shattered.
“What?”
“She is yours.”
“What does that mean?”
“She was conceived using your egg.”
I stopped.
“My egg?”
“Years ago, before we married, you donated genetic material for a fert
ility study.”
I remembered.
A university study.
I’d forgotten about it.
“Someone stole your sample.”
“Who?”
“My father.”
“Why?”
“To create a child.”
My blood ran cold.
“Paisley?”
“Yes.”
“Why would he do that?”
“Because he wanted to prove something.”
“What?”
“That biology didn’t matter.”
I stared at the wall.
Trevor continued.
“He created Paisley from your genetic material and mine.”
“But you said you were Elena.”
“I am.”
“And you’re my sister.”
“Yes.”
“So how is Paisley—”
“She’s not your biological daughter.”
