"I really don’t want anyone to find out, because they might start treating me oddly. That’s the last thing I want. Mostly, I just don’t want you to look at me differently either," I explained, ensuring he grasped my point.
"I promise I won’t tell anyone, and nothing you say could change how I see you," he reassured me. I sat up, wrapping the sheet around my chest, and he moved closer behind me.
"What is it?" he asked, placing his hand around my waist and pulling me in tightly, concern clear in his voice.
"The truth is, my dad isn’t really my dad. Peter believes he is too because my mother lied to him about getting a DNA test. She told him the results came back positive, confirming he was my father, but she never actually bothered to get the test done. When you mentioned that you c
