“You might look the part, but once the novelty wears off, you’ll leave,” he said, but he took a look at her happy expression and wished he’d kept quiet. If she wanted to play dress-up for a while, he didn’t care. It wasn’t as if he was planning on her staying. Once burned, twice shy.
“Umm, maybe you’re right or maybe you’re wrong. Only time will tell, won’t it?” she asked easily.
They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, then Ty’s curiosity got the better of him.
“So how does it feel to suddenly discover the other half of your family?” he asked. Maybe Darcy felt the same and it would help if he knew how to respond.
“Weird, mostly. And frustrating. I have a thousand questions and no answers. Belle is my mother, if she’s Violet’s, there’s no question about that. Yet all my life I thought Sharla was. It’s her name on my birth certificate.”
“Maybe she adopted you. Doesn’t the state change birth records in cases of adoption?” he asked.
“I guess. But why didn’t I ever know that? I thought the current thinking was adopted children should know that all along.”
“Did you ask your father?”
“I’ve been trying to reach him for five weeks. Dad takes off on missionary trips for weeks at a time. He’s a doctor and provides medical care in poverty-stricken areas here and abroad. Last I heard he was heading down near the border. He’s never been one to check in often, but this is the longest I can remember him being incommunicado.” She sighed. “Even if I reached him, there’s no telling what he’ll say.”
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