CHAPTER FOUR
This was all like some horrible, awful night terror. The man that was standing in front of her couldn’t be her father—and yet he definitely was. There was just no doubt about it. She even had a picture of him in her purse somewhere. Although the photo had been taken twenty-two years ago, there could be no doubt about his identity. It was clear.
And if this man, Michael Lindley, was indeed her father, then that made Mary her half-sister. It all made so much more sense - no wonder they were so very similar.
‘You should take a seat’ Dom instructed as she was beginning to look even paler. Sarah hadn’t even been aware of standing up, but she sat down thankful for the chair beneath her and staring speechlessly up at her father. He seemed to have been struck dumb also, and th
