Fenella convinced me to stay away, told me the boy was yours.

She said if I ever tried to reach you she’d tell the world I’d threatened her, and I was too afraid to fight her.

But Fergus deserves to know I exist. — Dell Pratt. Fergus sank onto the metal bench, folding over as if he’d been struck.

“My father wasn’t my father.” “Emlyn raised you as his son,” I said.

“Because she lied to him!” Fergus choked.

“She built my whole life on it.”