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“Yeah. My mom was from there. We moved to the States when I was two.”
The sliding door opened, and Simon walked in, holding a little girl’s hand. I stared at her and smiled as she ran over to where the twins were.
“Claire, what are you doing here?” He smiled. “Jenni, Grace wants to know if you have any of that flavored creamer she loves. She used the last of the one she bought yesterday.”
“I think so. Let me check.”
“Is that your daughter?” I asked.
“Nora? No. She’s my sister. Grace and I took her in after her mother passed away.”
Shaun stared at me, and I turned my head and looked at Nora playing with the twins. Shaun set my birth certificate down, and when he went to get up from the table, it fell off. Simon reached down and picked it up.
“Whose birth—” He stared at it. “What the fuck is this?” Simon looked at me.
“Bro.” Shaun placed his hand on his shoulder. “Relax.”
“Relax? Why does this have dad’s name on it? Who the hell are you?” Simon’s eyes glared into mine.
“According to the birth certificate, she’s our sister,” Shaun spoke.
“Yeah, right.” He chuckled.
“It’s true, Simon.” I looked down. “Your father and my mother had an affair in Paris.”
“How old are you?” he asked sternly.
“Twenty-nine.”
“This—” He shook his finger. “This is bullshit.” He walked over to where I sat, his face mere inches from mine. “I don’t know who the fuck you are or the game you’re playing, but you picked the wrong family to play with.”
“Simon, stop,” Shaun said as he placed his hand on his shoulder. Simon jerked away. “You knew about this and didn’t say anything?” He glared at Shaun.
“I just found out last night at the gala.”
“I’ll take Nora and the creamer to Grace,” Jenni said. “Come on, Nora.”
“Wait,” I spoke. “I want to see her.”
“Grace, go!” Simon shouted.
“Bro, come on,” Shaun spoke.
“No.” He pulled his phone from his pocket.
“What are you doing?” Shaun asked.
“Getting the rest of the family over here.”
“No.” Shaun grabbed his phone. “We can’t tell anyone yet until we know for absolute sure. Please, Simon.”
CHAPTER 14
Claire
Simon sat down and ran his hand through his hair. “Start talking now!” He pointed at me.
“First of all, detective. I don’t like your attitude, so you better chill the fuck out. I’m not the enemy here,” I spewed.
