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You said you were terrified Bianca would find out.”
Dad’s head turned toward her. “Victoria, is this true?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
He looked back at my mother. “Is she mine?”
Silence. Then calculation fighting desperately with reality on Mom’s face.
“Yes, of course she’s yours. Richard, don’t be ridiculous—”
“Is she mine?” he repeated.
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