“You call her Ginette, not mother, or Mom?”
“Noah, I believe now you are asking a question that you already know the answer to.”
He did, but he didn’t. This was all too confusing.
“What about Emerson?”
“Oh, him? Him I refer to as a Father.”
Noah sat back in his seat, the food before him forgotten. He was too busy digesting what he was hearing. If Ginette wasn’t his mother, but Emerson was his father…then, then, what? His mind tried to grapple with an answer and the only truth his mind conjured was the assumption that Barbara Sanders was Stefan’s birth mother, Emerson his birth father. Which meant the two of them had had an affair, or some type of relationship. It was the first proof—if Stefan’s word was to be considered as bible—that what Barbara had told him on her deathbed was true.
