Unshed tears stung Julia’s eyes. No, she thought, if I start crying, I won’t be able to stop. She took a deep breath, looked her grandmother in the eye and said, “Did you know he was my real dad?”
A minute passed before Nana Lizzie answered. “Not at first,” she said, jaw muscles twitching. “But after awhile it became obvious that you had some different blood in your veins.”
Julia blushed and looked away. Unconsciously, she slouched in her seat. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Her voice was barely audible.
“What good would that have done?” Nana Lizzie cut a thick slice of banana bread, slathered it with butter, and downed it in four bites. “Your mother made her choices,” she said. “And we’ve all had to live with the consequences. I didn’t see why her mistakes had to screw up your life too.”
“But if they loved each other, then why—”
“Your mother and Steve Reynolds were obsessed with each other,” Nana Lizzie interrupted, “but they never belonged together.”