“Are you my father?” she asked unexpectedly.
Tim nodded and sank to the carpet on his knees in front of her. His eyes were moist. “Yes, Ellen. I’m your father.”
“I thought so.”
Debbie Macomber is quoting from Annie Modesitt here.
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