My Mother-in-Law Saw My Newborn Daughter’s Arm and Went Pale—Then She Told Us We Couldn’t Keep Her
If Richard had fathered Margaret, then Margaret and Julian would have shared a father.
Julian would be my mother’s half-brother.
Which would make him my biological half-uncle.
Not my brother.
But still far too closely related for the conversation to feel remotely survivable.
I stared at our daughter.
At the clover-shaped mark.
Beatrice whispered: