I don't sleep.
How could I? Every time I close my eyes, I see Marcus's face when he read that letter. The horror. The devastation. The complete collapse of someone who thought they knew who they were.
Lily stays up with me, silent support on the other end of the couch. Around three in the morning, she finally speaks.
"You know this changes nothing about your feelings, right? You didn't know. He didn't know. Neither of you did anything wrong."
"We fell in love. We were together. We—" I can't say it.
"Before you knew. That's the key part. Before you knew."
"Does that matter? The biology doesn't care about knowledge. The reality is I've been in love with my biological father."
"The reality is you've been in love with a man who happened to be your biological father, but neither of you h
