Sarah
My entire world crumbles around me. I feel like I'm six years old again, terrified and alone, but this time with the horrifying knowledge that my father put me there.
"What is he talking about?" I demand. My hands instinctively move to my stomach, protecting my unborn child as the truth about my own childhood unravels before me. "What origin? What else have you been hiding from me?"
Dad's face drains of all colors. For the first time in my life, I see him truly afraid.
"Sarah, he is just trying to hurt you," he stammers.
"Tell me!" I scream, my voice breaking. "What about my childhood?"
Matthew steps closer to me and I feel his arm around me. I don't move a muscle.
Dad looks at Rodrigo with pure hatred before turning back to me. "Your mother... she couldn't have children. We tried for years."
"What are you saying?" My voice sounds foreign to my own ears. "Are you not my real father?"
"I am your father!" Dad exclaims. "But..."
"But what?" I ask impatiently.
