Three days later, Jonathan woke up and called Angela. He wanted to know who Aurora lived with. Caldwell had been with her at the scene of the accident, and he had no idea why they would be together, parked in an empty lot, in the middle of the night. There was only one reason that he could think of, but he didn’t like to think about it.
"Daddy,” Angela replied, “why do you care about Aurora? She is not your true daughter. I am your true daughter!"
Jonathan could not understand why Angela always seemed so angry at Aurora. In the past, he had let it go but, now, in the hospital bed, he felt as though he had no patience for her nonsense. "Angela,” he said, “you are my daughter. You should see how nice I am to you, and understand that there is enough love in me to go around. Why must you alw
