“I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”
I nodded slowly, steadying myself. “Did you find him?”
His eyes dropped to the table.
“No.”
Something twisted in my chest, though I couldn’t tell whether it was relief or disappointment.
“But,” he added, “I found his sister.”
I blinked. “His what?”
“His sister. Her name’s Lydia.”
I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Your father didn’t have a sister.”
“Mom.”
I hesitated. “Okay… he did. Technically. I just never met her. She was older, already out of the house. From what he said, his parents barely acknowledged her.”
“Why?”
