“You knew it was him?” she asked.
“Yes,” Russell whispered. “I knew.”
Her eyes filled.
“And you still packed my lunches? Came to my recitals? Signed every permission slip?”
“Yes. Because you were mine. I didn’t want you to think otherwise.”
Lauren covered her mouth, then faced my father.
Part 3
“Did you ever look at me and think, ‘That is my daughter’?”
Dad gripped the chair.
“Lauren, please understand the position I was in.”
“I was a baby,” she said. “What position was I in?”
He had no answer.
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