Delia couldn’t believe her mother. This whole time she had known who her father was—where he lived, and had remained silent. At his wishes, but still. She felt she deserved to know, even if it hurt—even if it twisted her gut so tight she felt like vomiting. Anything was better than this surprise family reunion with a dad she barely thought of, though speaking to her mother was a constant reminder of her dubious genetic pool. Who he was, why he didn’t want to be there—every lingering doubt seemed to encroach on her mind when she was even reminded by just Sasha’s nettling voice.
She stayed away from her mother and father for the remainder of the reception, keeping close to Michael as she thanked people for coming or embraced them before they left to head home. By the time it was just her, h
