Jeremy raised a lazy brow at me, as if asking if I was okay. I sighed- heavily, and shook my head. I was far from being okay at the moment.
Even though the whirlwind of revelations and the echo of raised voices have died down, the air was still heavy.
My mother spoke first, her voice filled with wonder and astonishment. “So…that girl, Stacy…isn’t Mariah and Connor’s real daughter?” Her question was directed at her husband.
Then without waiting for John’s response, she added under her breath, “No wonder they hardly ever tag her along as their daughter…”
John exhaled then, his hand sliding down his face as if the weight of the recent confrontations was pressed against his skin. “Stacy is Connor’s daughter. She’s not Mariah’s.” He dropped like a bomb.
My eyes flicked to him, expressing
