I looked at my mother.
She had gone completely pale.
“Mom?”
Her lips parted.
But no sound came out.
That frightened me more than the message.
I reached for her.
“Mom.”
She looked at me.
And in her eyes, I saw something I had not expected.
Not shock.
Recognition.
My hand fell away.
“You knew.”
She began to cry.
“Maya—”
“You knew?”
Liam stepped between us.
“Mom, answer her.”
My mother closed her eyes.
Then she said the sentence that changed everything again.
“I knew the man we buried wasn’t your father.”
