THIRTY MINUTES LATER, Devon walked into the Sunrise Diner. She found Gary sitting in the back, drinking coffee. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to the booth and sat down across from him.
“I didn’t think you’d show up,” he said, his hand shaking as he set the cup down.
She didn’t waste any time. “So, you’re really my father?”
He nodded. “I’m... sorry,” he said, looking ashamed. “I... I know there’s no excuse for not coming to you earlier. For... what happened. And, I’m not looking for sympathy, either.”
Besides finding out that he was her father, Devon had also learned that he was dying of lung cancer.
“I’m not here to sympathize,” she said softly. “I just wanted to know how you could have known this, all of these years. That I was your daughter, and not... say anything?”
“It’s
