Tara froze mid-step by the drink table. I didn’t know if she’d heard Eliza’s words, but her whole body tensed.
“Mom,” Norton said, standing slowly.
“Be quiet,” Eliza said, and then she turned to me. “You deserve the truth, Chanel. He should’ve told you years ago.”
“Eliza, what are you on about? This day is about Evelyn, so please can we do this another —”
“No,” she snapped. “Now is exactly the time for this conversation.”
Then Eliza said it — lifting her chin like she wanted the room to hear.
“This child is not just adopted. Evelyn is Norton’s biological daughter.”
My mind didn’t process it all at once. My first thought was that doesn’t make any sense. Then of course it does. Then why wouldn’t he tell me?
I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
Norton picked Evelyn up, her legs swinging as she held onto his neck.
“I can explain,” he said quickly. “Let’s go into the kitchen.”
I shook my head.
“No, she already threw the grenade here. You’re going to tell me everything here. Now.”
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