"For my daughter, Maya."
The words echoed in my head.
Again.
And again.
And again.
I stared at the watch.
Then at Ethan.
Then back at the watch.
"No."
The word escaped before I could stop it.
"No, that's impossible."
My mother was my mother.
My father was my father.
Everything I knew about my life was real.
Wasn't it?
Eleanor looked away.
The silence told me more than any answer could.
My chest tightened.
"Eleanor."
My voice trembled.
"Tell me that's not true."
Tears filled her eyes.
But she couldn't.
She simply couldn't.
Because it was true.
At least part of it.
Then