Later, I folded Charlotte’s letter and placed it on the table.
Mia wiped her tears. “I thought you’d be more shocked.”
“I am,” I said. “But I don’t feel lost.”
That surprised them.
Nelly asked, “You’re not upset?”
“No. I’ve spent enough time being upset about things I didn’t understand.”
We sat together at the kitchen table.
“At the end of the day,” I said, “nothing important has changed.”
They looked at me, confused.
“I raised nine daughters because I wanted to—not because I had to. Finding out one of you is biologically mine doesn’t change anything. It just explains why it always felt right.”
Mia smiled. “Dad, you’re the best.”
The tension in the room finally lifted.
“We were scared,” Dina admitted. “We didn’t want anything to change.”
But nothing had. If anything, everything felt more complete.
