The Truth Revealed
I stammered, “That’s impossible. My father died before I was born.”
Steve shook his head gently. Then, with deliberate care, he rolled up his sleeve—revealing the same crescent birthmark on his wrist. My breath caught.
He explained how he and my mother had fallen in love as students at Northwestern. They had planned a future together—until one day, she disappeared without explanation. He searched everywhere, but she was gone. What he never knew was that she was pregnant.
“I only found you because of a photo online,” he confessed. “When I realized you were scheduled to be on this flight, I couldn’t let the chance slip away.”
