I Am Your...

Diane's POV

Andrew was still in the same position as when I'd left him, head in hands.

"Is someone going to say something?" I demanded, looking between Andrew and my mother. Silence. Not a word.

Anger surged through me. I stood up and slammed my hand against the table, startling everyone in the living room. "Fucking say something!"

Andrew rose from his seat and moved toward me. I turned to see my mother sitting on the stairs, glaring at him with undisguised disgust.

"Diane," Andrew said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder and gently guiding me to sit down while he remained standing. Tears began streaming down his face.

"Diane, I am your father."

My eyes widened in shock as I gasped.

"What?"