PART 3   I stared at the hospital bracelet in the lunchbox until the letters of my own name blurred.

need to continue every bad habit.”

I looked at her.

“He was my father.”

The room went silent.

Megan’s mouth opened.

Diane blinked. “What?”

“My father,” I said again. “And Mom knew.”

Diane’s face moved through shock, embarrassment, and calculation.

“That can’t be true.”

I placed the photograph on the table.

Walter holding me as a baby.

Diane stared at it.

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