Ella’s POV
I don’t know how much time passes as silence fills the entire place.
Their baby.
I was their baby.
I was staring at the floor while my head was completely frozen in shock, unable to process or believe this piece of information that was dropped on me like a thunderstorm.
How the hell was I their baby? They never told me they had a baby after Kate. How could they let me be taken from them? How could they just let me go without searching for me?
My tears start falling automatically as several things begin to make sense. How cold and uncaring my father always was towards me. How he never treated me like his own kid or gave me any real attention. It’s because he wasn’t my real father. How he always got angry with me whenever I asked him about my mother, and wouldn’t show me her picture or tell me anything about her. I only got a name, Sara.
I laugh inwardly at the irony. Well, at least the name wasn’t a lie.