“Are you our daddy?”

Noah’s voice was soft.

Curious.

Completely free of anger.

Daniel looked as though the air had been knocked out of him.

He opened his mouth, but no words came.

His mother covered her face with both hands.

“Oh, my God…”

She looked at me, tears already filling her eyes.

“You really had them.”

I nodded.

“I did.”

“You never told us.”

“I tried.”

Every eye in the room turned toward me.

“I called. I wrote letters. Every one came back unopened.”

Daniel lowered his head.

“I changed my number,” he admitted quietly.

“I know.”

“And the address?”

“You sold the house before the divorce was finalized.”

His mother stared at him.

“You told us Kesha had lied.”

He didn’t answer.

“You said there was never a pregnancy.”

Still nothing.

His father slowly stood.

“Daniel…”

His voice was calm, but deeply disappointed.

“Was any of that true?”

Daniel swallowed hard.