She finally set down her fork, threw her napkin on her plate, and slowly rose from the table, her chair scraping softly as she pushed it out of her way. She wordlessly turned and walked out of the kitchen. “What’s she doing?” Sarah finally asked, breaking the silence. “I’m not sure. She’s had so much happen to her lately, I was scared to tell her this, but she had to know. There is a real danger and possibility Marcus will find Harry, and it’s not too far a stretch from him to Cassie.” “She’s always wanted to know who her father is,” John said quietly. “I can’t believe it’s Harry.” Kelly look at him sharply, her narrowed gaze conveying the question of how did he know that? “Yes she has wanted to know. Far more than I ever cared. I always assumed if the prick who fathered me wanted nothing to do with me then his loss.” “You don’t have the same father?” Sarah asked. “No.” The front door slammed. Everyone looked around for a moment. Cassie had left?
