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That same afternoon, Shay sat alone in his living room. It was all he could do not to jump into his car, drive to Salma’s home and demand answers. How could she keep his daughter a secret? He was sure the girl was his. Her age was right, and her features were so much like those of his family—what little he remembered of it—especially the blue of her eyes. It was scary.
He could be wrong, but he had a hard time imagining Gebran Najjar fathering a girl like the one he saw. And yet, if she were his child … His mind went round and round with the thought of it, the crazy, irrational thought of it.
It made him wonder if Gebran ever had doubts, given everything else that had happened back then.
How ironic it was that, all those years ago, Salma had worried about trusting Shay, and thought
