To me.
I looked down at the baby.
“Why didn’t Michael tell me before tonight?”
Eleanor looked at him.
He finally answered.
“Because I thought I could give you time.”
“Time for what?”
“To become her grandmother before you found out you were her mother.”
I started crying.
It was the strangest grief I’d ever felt.
I was mourning a daughter I’d never known.
And at the same time, I was holding her child.
My granddaughter.
The doctor quietly interrupted.
“There is still one issue.”
I looked up.
“The DNA result.”
He held up the report.
“The first test wasn’t a mistake.”
My heart stopped.
“You are Lucy’s biological grandmother.”
I frowned.
“But it says parent-child match.”
He nodded.
“That’s because of the way the lab processed the sample.”
He explained that the preliminary test had been run against my sample as a direct maternity comparison because my name had been entered as the emergency guardian.
