were discovering that we actually were.
Our mothers had raised us separately while concealing our shared identity.
“Why?” Emily cried.
Helen’s answer was chilling.
“Because we promised Rebecca we’d protect you.”
“Protect us from whom?”
“From the man who ruined her life.”
Our biological father’s name was Daniel Whitmore.
The same name connected to our fertility donor.
But the clinic still couldn’t confirm whose biological material had actually been used.
Then hospital security reported that the mysterious visitor had disappeared.
He’d refused to provide identification but left an envelope addressed
