My uncle stops in front of a door, but he doesn’t open it. Instead, he turns to me and continues with a frown.
‘How long have you known?’
‘Over a year.’
‘And before that, you had no clue who your real mother was?’ he stares at me with shock.
‘I was raised in the believe my father’s wife was my mother. Why should I have thought otherwise?’
‘This is madness,’ he shakes his head, and I’m beginning to lose my patience.
‘Look, it’s quite a mess, and I still don’t know how…’
He lifts his hand.
‘All your questions will be answered in there,’ he beckons towards the door, ‘by your grandfather. But before you meet the others, there is something you should know about Jackie. Well,’ he digs his fingers into his hair, ‘the truth is, the relationship between her and the family has never been gre
