You saw mom in me. Elias nodded, tears now flowing freely down his weathered cheeks. Your eyes, he said. They’re exactly like your mother’s. The first morning you brought breakfast, I thought I was seeing a ghost. But I needed to be sure. I had DNA tests done discreetly. A hair from your coat, a fingerprint from the glass you used.
I couldn’t risk being wrong. Not again. DNA tests? Relle’svoice was dangerous. You tested my daughter without my permission. I had to know. Elias pleaded. And once I knew for certain, I had to tell you the truth. I’m dying, Roshelle. Cancer. I have months left, maybe less. I couldn’t leave this world without you knowing who you are, what was stolen from you.
