Chapter 64: I Am Your...
Diane’s POV
Andrew was still in the same position as when I’d left him, head in hands.
"Is someone going to say something?" I demanded, looking between Andrew and my mother. Silence. Not a word.
Anger surged through me. I stood up and slammed my hand against the table, startling everyone in the living room. "Fucking say something!"
Andrew rose from his seat and moved toward me. I turned to see my mother sitting on the stairs, glaring at him with undisguised disgust.
"Diane," Andrew said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder and gently guiding me to sit down while he remained standing. Tears began streaming down his face.
"Diane, I am your father."
My eyes widened in shock as I gasped.
"What?"
Andrew’s voice broke as he continued. "I left long ago, when you were just three years old and your sister was just a few months old. I had... gambling issues. When I gambled our house away, I couldn’t bear the shame of being the reason my family was homeless."
He paused, wiping at his tears. "So I left to start over again without my family, which was very stupid of me. I came back years later, but Helena—your mother—kept moving, not wanting me near my daughters because she was still hurt."