Harry Everhart was her father. The knowledge spun around and around Cassie’s head. She wasn’t sure how that sat with her. She had wanted to know who had fathered her ever since she was first able to understand what was so different about her family than everyone else’s. She could remember making up fake dads and fake dad stories all through elementary school. And all that time her father was a kindly doctor sending her yearly Christmas cards.
And Heather’s betrayal? That was hardly a blip on her radar. Heather had disappointed and hurt her so much in her life that she had ceased to matter to her. Her mother’s faults had quit surprising Cassie long ago. Blackmailing Harry? Not telling Cassie about her father, even though she had asked on and off for years. Well, that too was something she
