I looked away.
“So she came looking for you.”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“She found me online.”
“And you are really sure that she is your granddaughter?”
“At first, I thought it was a scam.”
“Then what?”
“We did a DNA test.”
“And?”
Robert looked at me. “She is my granddaughter.”
I sat down on a bench near the back entrance because my legs suddenly couldn’t hold me.
Robert stayed standing.
“How long have you known?”
He didn’t answer quickly enough.
“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?”
“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 was silent.
“Enough times that the receptionist knows you.”
