“You still do?”
Hayes said nothing.
Margaret looked at me.
“The DNA test Russell found was fake.”
My lungs tightened.
Russell’s head snapped toward her.
“What?”
“I replaced the original report years ago.”
“Why?”
“Because I needed everyone to stop looking at Emily.”
Hayes went pale.
I whispered, “So who is my father?”
Margaret looked at Hayes.
“Thomas.”
The lawyer closed his eyes.
Everything inside me went quiet.
He really was my father.
The
man who had manipulated my job.
The man who had placed me in Russell’s path.
The man now holding a gun in a basement full of lies.
“Why?” I asked.
Hayes looked at me.
“Because Russell took everything from me.”
