Her name was Naomi Okafor, and she worked for the local paper. She had written the first story about me, the one that quoted Delia saying I was confused and looking for a payout.
"Ms. Calder," she said. "I didn't expect to hear from you."
"I wanted to give you a statement," I said. "You printed what Delia said. I'd like to give my side."
There was a pause. "Go ahead."
"I was raised by my mother, who died when I was nineteen. I didn't know who my father was until a DNA test confirmed it two months ago. I am not looking for a payout. I am looking for a relationship with my father, and I am willing to do that on his terms."
"And what about the trust?"
"The trust is what it is," I said. "It was written by Margaret Calder, not by me. I didn't ask for it. But I am not going to give up what
