I stared at my husband, blinking back the sting in my throat.
“You could’ve told me the truth,” I said. “And I would’ve loved her anyway.”
I began pacing slowly. I didn’t know how to react. I was stunned and hurt, but nothing could change the fact that I adored that little girl with every fiber of my being.
“So,” I said, stopping in front of Norton. “You found out and just — what? Went behind my back and did all of this? How sure are you that she’s yours?”
“I got a DNA test,” he said. “I worked with the social workers, so everything was done correctly. She’s mine.”
“And you never thought to mention who she really was? In all these years?”
“I was afraid, Chanel.”
I blinked back tears.
“You let me raise her thinking she came to us by the grace of God!”
“She did come to us,” he whispered. “And maybe it was by God’s hand… You loved her. You loved her without even knowing —”
“That’s not the point.”
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