"But your last name... your dad..."
"Mom said he died when I was a baby. She never showed me photos. She said it was too painful." Emma was sobbing now. "I grew up thinking my father was dead. He was just... somewhere else. With you."
I looked at my mother. She was pale as the gravestones around us.
"Mom. Did you know?"
She didn't answer. Her silence was enough.
"How long?" I demanded.
"Rachel, this isn't the time—"
"How long did you know he had another family?"