The truth hit Lincy so hard she looked like she couldn't breathe. One second she was angry, the next her face went blank, like her brain refused to accept what her ears had heard.
"Did Dad… did Dad suspect who I really am?" she whispered.
The fear didn't come all at once it kept growing, swallowing her little by little. That night flashed through her mind again, Grant's voice sharp and cold when he called her a b*stard. She had thought it was just an insult.
Now she realized it wasn't.
Monica only nodded, quiet and tired, like she didn't even have the strength to lie anymore.
Lincy's eyes widened. Her lips parted, but no words came out at first. It was like her whole world was falling in slow motion.
"What do we do now, Mom?" she finally choked out. "What happens next?"
Monica stared ahead, her expression heavy.
