Then I pulled her tightly into my arms.
“I don’t need a DNA test.”
Mia let out a broken laugh. “I know.”
I stepped back and motioned for the others to come closer, and we all fell into one big embrace.
“You’re all my daughters,” I said. “That doesn’t change anything.”
And it didn’t.
“You’re all my daughters.”
I folded the letter from my first love carefully and placed it on the table.
Mia wiped her eyes. “I thought you’d be more shocked.”
“I am,” I admitted. “I just… don’t feel lost.”
That seemed to catch them off guard.
One of the younger girls, Nelly, asked, “You’re not upset?”
