But the records showed that the arrangement was never completely settled.
After my parents separated, my mother moved away with me. Over the years, Frank apparently tried to contact her. Several letters were returned, and some checks were never deposited.
Then I found a letter from Linda.
She explained that she had known my mother and that I had even visited their home when I was a small child.
I had no memory of it.
The discovery became even more surprising when I read Frank’s personal letter.
He admitted that he had recognized my surname the first evening we met at a charity dinner eleven years earlier.
By the end of our conversation, he realized I was June’s daughter.
He had planned to tell me immediately.
Then he postponed the conversation.
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