Lacey stared at my phone as though the screen had opened a door she had spent twenty-two years trying to find.<\/p>\n
\u201cRead it again,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
Jeremy did.<\/p>\n
His voice sounded strange in the hospital room.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know who any of you are, but I want everyone to stop contacting people around me. Unless one of you is my biological mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
The oxygen tubing beneath her nose shifted when she inhaled.<\/p>\n
For three years she had searched for Emily carefully enough that, in her mind, she could still control the moment they met.<\/p>\n
That illusion had just disappeared.<\/p>\n
Nathan stepped toward the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cLacey, we don\u2019t have to answer immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes opened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, we do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re emotional.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m dying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody answered that.<\/p>\n
She held out her hand toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hesitated.<\/p>\n
Jeremy noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cJill.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is Emily\u2019s number.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd once Lacey answers, there\u2019s no taking it back.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey gave a tired, humorless laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere hasn\u2019t been any taking back for twenty-two years.\u201d<\/p>\n
That silenced me.<\/p>\n
I carried the phone to her.<\/p>\n
Her fingers were cold when they brushed mine.<\/p>\n
She stared at the blank reply field.<\/p>\n
Then she handed the phone back.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t type.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWill you?\u201d<\/p>\n
The request felt heavier than it should have.<\/p>\n
I sat beside the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want to say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey thought for a long moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell her yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust yes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her fingers curled against the blanket.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell her my name.\u201d<\/p>\n
I typed slowly.<\/p>\n
My name is Lacey Burcham.<\/p>\n
She corrected me.<\/p>\n
\u201cTolley.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
I paused.<\/p>\n
Lacey saw it.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor legal purposes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I changed the name.<\/p>\n
My name is Lacey Tolley.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow tell her\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey stopped.<\/p>\n
Her mouth trembled.<\/p>\n
For the first time since I had met her again, she looked frightened in a way illness alone had not caused.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell her I believe I\u2019m her biological mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cBelieve is important.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked irritated.<\/p>\n
\u201cNathan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
He was right.<\/p>\n
Until records and DNA established everything, certainty could do damage.<\/p>\n
I typed the sentence exactly.<\/p>\n
Then Lacey whispered, \u201cTell her I never knew she was alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
My thumb hovered over the screen.<\/p>\n
Nathan said, \u201cThat may be too much for a first message.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey turned her head toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked who I am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe did not ask for the whole history.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has waited twenty-two years for a history she didn\u2019t know was missing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Jeremy.<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
For once, he understood that silence had already done enough.<\/p>\n
I typed:<\/p>\n
I was told you died shortly after birth. I learned only recently that you may have survived and been adopted. I am very sick, and I have been trying to confirm the truth before contacting you.<\/p>\n
Lacey read it.<\/p>\n
\u201cVery sick sounds manipulative.\u201d<\/p>\n
The observation startled me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are very sick.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. But I don\u2019t want her to think I\u2019m using that to force her to see me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I deleted the sentence.<\/p>\n
We replaced it with:<\/p>\n
I did not contact you directly because I did not want to disrupt your life before I was certain.<\/p>\n
Emily replied before we had finished discussing the next line.<\/p>\n
Then why was someone calling my father?<\/p>\n
The room changed.<\/p>\n
Nathan looked down.<\/p>\n
Lacey\u2019s eyes moved toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou contacted Thomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had an investigator verify family information.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid the investigator call him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan\u2019s silence answered.<\/p>\n
Jeremy swore under his breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told us nobody knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said we had not disclosed the reason for the search.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
Jeremy had discovered the same complaint I had been making all day.<\/p>\n
Technical truth.<\/p>\n
Convenient omission.<\/p>\n
Nathan accepted the criticism.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have been clearer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Thomas say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe declined to answer questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he know who you were asking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily sent another message.<\/p>\n
He thinks somebody is trying to prove I\u2019m not his daughter.<\/p>\n
That sentence landed differently than the others.<\/p>\n
I imagined Thomas Harper, a widower who had raised Emily from infancy, suddenly receiving questions about her birth.<\/p>\n
Of course he would be afraid.<\/p>\n
Lacey whispered, \u201cOh God.\u201d<\/p>\n
I put a hand over hers.<\/p>\n
She did not seem to notice.<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked at Nathan.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we call Emily?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Everyone turned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe texted.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo we meet her where she is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means if she wanted a phone call, she would have called.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
I typed:<\/p>\n
I am sorry anyone contacted your father. I did not intend for him to be frightened or pressured. He is your father. Nothing I am trying to learn changes that.<\/p>\n
Emily took nearly a minute to respond.<\/p>\n
You say that now.<\/p>\n
Lacey shut her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe's angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has every right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan said, \u201cDon\u2019t assume anger means rejection.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey opened her eyes again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not afraid of her rejecting me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I watched her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you afraid of?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat she\u2019ll think her father lied to her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was another layer none of us had discussed.<\/p>\n
Had Thomas and Rebecca known Lacey believed Emily was dead?<\/p>\n
Had they known Jeremy might be the father?<\/p>\n
Had they known Evelyn and Margaret manipulated the adoption?<\/p>\n
Or had they simply believed they were receiving a child whose mother had chosen them?<\/p>\n
Jeremy asked Nathan the same question.<\/p>\n
Nathan shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have evidence Rebecca knew Evelyn and Margaret. We do not yet have proof she knew about the deception.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Thomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily sent another message.<\/p>\n
Who is Jeremy Tolley?<\/p>\n
Lacey\u2019s eyes snapped open.<\/p>\n
Jeremy went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow does she know my name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan looked worried.<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly from the investigator.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly?\u201d<\/p>\n
He took out his phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll find out.\u201d<\/p>\n
I watched Jeremy while he stared at my screen.<\/p>\n
Twenty-two years of imagined fatherhood had suddenly become a young woman asking who he was.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want to say?\u201d I asked him.<\/p>\n
He rubbed his palms against his jeans.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
That frightened me more than certainty would have.<\/p>\n
Jeremy always had something to say.<\/p>\n
Even when it was the wrong thing.<\/p>\n
Lacey whispered, \u201cTell her the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat truth?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat you may be her father.\u201d<\/p>\n
His jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I\u2019m not telling her I\u2019m her father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell her you may be.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI won\u2019t throw that at her in a text.\u201d<\/p>\n
I agreed with him.<\/p>\n
Nathan returned from the hallway.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy investigator used Jeremy\u2019s name while requesting access to a historical file.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy glared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told a stranger my name before telling my daughter?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan\u2019s expression hardened slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cJeremy, I am not the person who hid her existence.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence hit harder than Nathan probably intended.<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked away.<\/p>\n
I stepped in before the argument grew.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmily deserves one answer at a time.\u201d<\/p>\n
I typed:<\/p>\n
Jeremy Tolley knew me when I was young. He may be connected to your birth, but there are facts still being verified. I will not lie to you or claim certainty where there isn\u2019t any.<\/p>\n
Emily responded almost immediately.<\/p>\n
Is he my father?<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
Lacey began crying.<\/p>\n
Jeremy sat beside her.<\/p>\n
Not touching.<\/p>\n
Just close.<\/p>\n
Nathan stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
I looked at the question.<\/p>\n
Four words.<\/p>\n
Twenty-two years behind them.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Lacey whispered.<\/p>\n
Jeremy\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou thought I was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted you to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't the same.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stood and walked toward the window.<\/p>\n
Lacey looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell her we don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
The reply took longer this time.<\/p>\n
Who else could be?<\/p>\n
Jeremy turned from the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn\u2019t need Caleb\u2019s name yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked who else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe doesn\u2019t even know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey\u2019s voice sharpened despite her weakness.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen maybe it\u2019s time somebody stopped protecting the men in this story from facts.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked hurt.<\/p>\n
I understood why.<\/p>\n
I also understood what she meant.<\/p>\n
Nathan said quietly, \u201cWe can say another possible biological father exists without identifying him until he has been contacted.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy nodded reluctantly.<\/p>\n
I typed:<\/p>\n
There is another man who could possibly be your biological father. He has not yet been contacted about this, and I do not want to give you his name before he knows why his name is involved.<\/p>\n
Emily did not reply.<\/p>\n
One minute passed.<\/p>\n
Then two.<\/p>\n
Lacey kept watching the screen.<\/p>\n
Jeremy paced once around the room.<\/p>\n
Nathan answered two calls in the hallway.<\/p>\n
Five minutes passed.<\/p>\n
Lacey\u2019s breathing became rougher.<\/p>\n
I set the phone on the blanket.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe may need time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if she never writes again?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen she doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey looked at me sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s easy for you to say.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
My voice came out firmer than I intended.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you said you wanted her to have a choice. This is what choice looks like when it isn\u2019t the answer we want.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey stared at me.<\/p>\n
Then her face softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou would\u2019ve been a good mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence hurt in a place she could not have known about.<\/p>\n
Jeremy did.<\/p>\n
His eyes moved quickly toward me.<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy remained silent.<\/p>\n
Years earlier, Jeremy and I had tried to have children.<\/p>\n
Not forever.<\/p>\n
Long enough.<\/p>\n
Two years of appointments, tests, medications, hopeful months, and quiet disappointments.<\/p>\n
Eventually we had stopped.<\/p>\n
Not because we had stopped wanting a child.<\/p>\n
Because wanting had begun to consume everything else.<\/p>\n
We rarely spoke about it anymore.<\/p>\n
Now, after twenty-two years, Jeremy might have a daughter.<\/p>\n
I did not yet know where that left me.<\/p>\n
My phone buzzed again.<\/p>\n
Everyone looked.<\/p>\n
Emily.<\/p>\n
I read aloud.<\/p>\n
I want proof before I meet anyone.<\/p>\n
Lacey exhaled.<\/p>\n
Nathan nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is reasonable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another message came.<\/p>\n
And I want my father there.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Lacey nodded immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked uneasy.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if he stops her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen that is between them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if he knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
The possibility was still unbearable.<\/p>\n
Another message appeared.<\/p>\n
I mean Thomas Harper. He raised me. If anybody refers to someone else as my dad before I know what\u2019s true, I\u2019m done.<\/p>\n
Jeremy stared at that line.<\/p>\n
I watched his face.<\/p>\n
There was pain in it.<\/p>\n
But after several seconds, he nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cFair.\u201d<\/p>\n
I typed:<\/p>\n
Understood.<\/p>\n
Then Emily sent one final message.<\/p>\n
Tomorrow. Public place. Two o\u2019clock. I will send the location. Only Lacey, Jill, and the lawyer.<\/p>\n
Jeremy stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I read it again.<\/p>\n
Only Lacey, Jill, and the lawyer.<\/p>\n
Jeremy\u2019s face went blank.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn\u2019t want me there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn\u2019t know you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI might be her father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn\u2019t know that either.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned toward Lacey.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell her I should be there.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey looked at him for a long moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cLacey.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked for Jill.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody had an answer.<\/p>\n
Then another message appeared.<\/p>\n
I know Jill is Jeremy\u2019s wife.<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
Emily continued.<\/p>\n
If she is willing to come, I will believe at least one person there is not trying to replace my family.<\/p>\n
The room became completely silent.<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked at me.<\/p>\n
Lacey looked at me.<\/p>\n
Nathan looked at me.<\/p>\n
Every secret they had created had somehow placed me in the center of the meeting none of them could safely enter without me.<\/p>\n
I had wanted distance.<\/p>\n
Instead, the next day at two o\u2019clock, I was going to meet the twenty-two-year-old woman who might be my husband\u2019s daughter.<\/p>\n
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