“It’s about your dad.” Laura hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. “Mr. Anderson, your history teacher, he’s your biological father.” Sindy’s eyes widened in disbelief. This was just too much. Memories of her chats with Mr. Anderson flashed before her eyes: his special attention, the quiet connection. It all makes a bizarre sense now.
Elaine, seeing the confusion in Sindy’s face, tried to explain. “When Laura was young, she and Mr. Anderson had a relationship. It was a passionate fling, and by the time we realized Laura was pregnant, he had moved on to another city. We thought it was best, given the circumstances, to raise you as our own.”