"I'm your mother, and this man has lied to you your entire life!"
My brain felt like it was trying to run in ten directions at once. My mother was there at my graduation, and everyone was watching us.
She grabbed my hand. "You belong with me."
"Dad, what is she talking about? Who is she?"
Instinctively, I pulled back.
Dad put his arm out in front of me, creating a barrier between my mother and me.
"You're not taking her anywhere," Dad said.
"You don't get to decide that," she snapped.
"Will someone tell me what's going on? Dad, please!"
He looked at me then and hung his head. "I never stole you from her, but she is right about one thing. I'm not your biological father."
"You don't get to decide that."
"What? You… lied to me?"
"Liza left you with me. Her boyfriend didn't want the baby, and she was struggling. She asked me to watch you for one night so she could meet him and talk things over." He paused. "She never came back. He disappeared that night, too. I always assumed they ran off together."
"I tried to come back!" Liza cried.
Who was telling the truth?
Then a voice rose from somewhere in the stands. "I remember them."
