“Then what?”
“We did a DNA test.”
“And?”
Robert looked at me. “She is my granddaughter.”
My legs suddenly felt weak, so I sat on a bench near the entrance.
Robert remained standing.
“How long have you known?”
He took too long to answer.
“How long?”
“For almost two years.”
“Two years?”
“I didn’t know how to tell you.”
“What happened the first time she contacted you?”
“I was confused.”
“And after the DNA test?”
“I was in shock.”
“And after you met her?”
I looked at him.
“How many times have you seen her?”
“Eight.”
“Eight?”
“Maybe nine.”
“You don’t know?”
“I know. It’s eight.”
“Eight times you came here.”
He said nothing.
“Enough times that the receptionist knows you.”
“Yes.”
“And you paid for her room.”
“She lives four hours away. I didn’t want her paying for a hotel just to see me.”
“Why here?”
“It was a neutral place.”
I laughed bitterly. “Neutral? This is where we spent our honeymoon.”
“I knew the hotel. I knew it was safe.”
“You could have chosen any hotel.”
“I know.”
“Did it ever occur to you that bringing your secret granddaughter to our honeymoon hotel might be strange?”
