My hands began trembling.
That evening, I sat beside Emily on her bed.
“Honey, please tell me the truth. Are you pregnant?”
Her face turned pale.
Then she burst into tears.
I hugged her tightly.
“Sweetheart, you’re my daughter. Nothing will ever change that. But please tell me who the father is.”
Suddenly, she stopped crying and glanced nervously toward the bedroom door.
I stared at her.
She grabbed my hands.
My heart began pounding.
She nodded slowly.
Then she whispered something that made my entire body go cold.
But When I Finally Discovered What Had Happened During That Trip, My Entire World Fell Apart…
My name is Rebecca. I’m 42 years old, and until three months ago, I believed I had the perfect family.
My husband, Daniel, and I had been married for 19 years. Our daughter, Emily, was only 16, and she had always been especially close to her father.
