Andrea’s head was pounding, not because she’d fallen—she was sure Stephon had caught her—but because Sarah was shouting, and probably because all of the blood had left her brain so quickly when the color drained from her face.
She tried to sit up, but the nurse, a kind woman named Brenda, told her to take it easy. A few feet away, Sarah was pacing. “I can’t believe you never told me!” she shrieked.
“I didn’t know!” her dad, Alan—and Andrea’s dad—was saying, shrugging his shoulders. “I would’ve told you, but I had no idea.”
“How could you not know? She’s your daughter for crying out loud!”
“After I left her mother, I never had any contact with them again.”
Andrea sat up quicker than she should have, not able to heed Brenda’s warning because she was so mad. “So it’s true? You are my bio
