Emma

Iva sits with me a little longer and tries to cheer me up. “If digging through those old records doesn’t turn up anything, I’ll hire a private investigator to help find your biological father.”

“No,” I snap, shaking my head. “I don’t want to bother you with all my problems. And besides, that kind of thing costs a lot of money. I can’t let you do that.”

Iva smiles softly. “I know. But I'm willing to help.

I sit there for a while, staring at my hands, thinking. Then I look up at her. “Why are you helping me so much? You barely even know me. I mean… why...