The color ran from her face so quickly that Anthony got to his feet, intending to steady her. But she stepped away, as if his touch would burn her. "She didn't want anyone to know."
So it was true. Anthony found the idea faintly repellent. Georgia did not seem the motherly type, and Sarah certainly wasn't daughterly. "Why?"
"She hated my father. He left when I was a baby. She felt like a failure."
"Your father?"
"Samuel Aldman," she spat with distaste. "A drunk. A wife beater. Your father helped her get through the whole thing. I could show you the cigarette burn on my inner thigh, courtesy of my loving dad. It was after that she left him."
This was more information than Anthony had expected. He felt sorry for her suddenly and faintly guilty for not knowing. "Why didn't you ever say a
