SERENA POV
Her name was Sofia.
She said it simply, sitting across from us in the apartment that my father had been living in for months without fully inhabiting. Sofia. Thirty-one years old. Born to a woman my father had loved before my mother, placed in another country at birth, removed from every record that anyone would ever look at.
She had known about me for years.
I had not known she existed until four minutes ago.
"How long," I said. To my father. Not to her.
He looked at his hands. "Since before you were born," he said. "Her mother and I were together before I married your mother. When she became pregnant I made a decision that I have spent over thirty years not being able to fully account for." He looked up. "I placed Sofia with a family in Portugal. I sent money. I watched
