Margaret wiped her eyes, her face serious but kind. “I think it’s time that I meet him, Emily. I think he should know the truth. Could you maybe invite him over for dinner someday, saying it’s to meet you?” She paused, her voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know how he’ll feel about it, but I think we all need to find some closure. He deserves to know who he really is.”
The days following her conversation with Margaret felt like a blur to Emily. She couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened, and the weight of Margaret’s words kept playing over and over in her mind. George deserves to know who he really is.