At Christmas, My Parents Made My Adopted Daughter Wash Dishes. Then a Letter Revealed the Secret They Had Kept for Six Years.
I haven’t confirmed paternity.
I don’t want you to mistake compelling similarities for proof.
The correct next step is to secure the underlying records and, if everyone consents or the court directs it, pursue appropriate testing.”
He slid forward one more page.
It was a typed summary of Camilla’s attempts to communicate with me during the months after she vanished.
Letters had been returned; calls had been intercepted by an assistant at my parents’ office.
A message from me had apparently said I wanted no contact.