I stared at the phone screen, not wanting to look but unable to stop myself.
My hands trembled as I scrolled through page after page of evidence that couldn't be denied. There were Photos of young women and Documents with Papa's signature, with Testimony statements.
"No." I shoved the phone back at Rafael. "This can't be real."
Rafael took his phone back without a word, his expression unreadable.
"When did you find all this?" My voice cracked.
"Does it matter?"
"Yes! It matters to me!" I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. "How long have you known what my father was?"
Rafael looked at me for a long moment before answering. "Long enough."
The vague answer made me want to scream. But what else could I expect? Rafael never gave me straight answers about anyt
