~Abigail's POV~
Taro looks at me like a jester laughing at his own joke, enjoying the discomfort of his audience. I'm that audience. Traumatized.
I told Thea to make a fake DNA result after receiving the original test that proved I, Debbie, and Esther were indeed related. But the moment Debbie brought up the idea that we might not be, it consumed me. I had to know the truth about Taro.
Now, here it is, laid bare. Taro just boldly admitted he's not my father. Veronica wasn't my stepmother; she was my biological mother.
The revelation hits me like a freight train. I feel like the ground has been ripped out from under me.
Who am I, then?
I grip Darius for comfort, the steadying presence I've relied on for so long, as his eyes burn into Taro with a rage that tells me that he wants to rip him apart. He's barely holding it together, but not yet... not yet... because it's my fight now.
I wanted the truth. But this? This is too much.
