I shrugged faintly. “She didn’t fit their image. Different style, different life. They didn’t approve.”
Liam pushed his phone toward me.
“I messaged her.”
I took a breath before accepting it. “Alright. Let’s see.”
His message was polite and careful:
Hi. My name is Liam. I think your brother, Jordan, may have been my father. My mom’s name is Chloe. She had me eighteen years ago.
Below it was Lydia’s reply:
If your mother is Chloe… I need to tell you something. Jordan didn’t leave her.
My fingers tightened around the phone.
