He turned to the window, then back to her, voice heavy with emotion. “Have you ever felt like something important was taken from you before you could remember it?”
Her heart raced. “I don’t see how this concerns my work.”
“Maybe it concerns everything,” he murmured.
A phone call interrupted them. Emily finished quickly and headed for the door.
“Emily,” he called after her. He held the photograph openly this time. “Come to my office tomorrow before your shift. There’s something you need to see.”
She barely slept. The next evening, security sent her straight upstairs. Grant looked as exhausted as she felt.
“What I’m about to tell you is difficult,” he said. “But it’s the truth.”
He told her about his late wife, Rebecca Grant, and their baby daughter with green eyes. He spoke of Rebecca’s addiction, her disappearance, and the child she abandoned before dying from an overdose.
Emily felt dizzy. The details matched her own history perfectly.
He showed her the photo—himself younger, a woman, and a baby with unmistakable green eyes.
“From the moment I saw you,” he said, voice shaking, “I felt something I couldn’t explain.”
“Are you saying I’m your daughter?” Emily whispered.
“I believe you are.”