But in that first tender moment in the hospital, I knew none of it.

I only saw her father in her face, and missed him, and forgave him a little, and had no idea that the eyes I was gazing into were about to rewrite everything I thought I knew about where I came from.

Chapter 4 — There Are My Girls

When the doctors finally cleared us to leave, I drove straight to Bruno’s cottage at the edge of town, the little house with the gravel drive and the pines behind it where I had grown up.

He was in his porch rocker when I pulled in, and the moment he saw me climb out of the car he was on his feet so fast his morning coffee went over the arm of the chair and across the floorboards, forgotten.