"Her hands tightened on the steering wheel. For the first time in all our talks on the subject, I sensed from her something more than reticence. The ambiguity o

"Her hands tightened on the steering wheel. For the first time in all our talks on the subject, I sensed from her something more than reticence. The ambiguity of whether I was Dylan’s child was so much less important than the certainty that I was hers. I hadn’t seen that, and she was hurt. We drove the rest of the way in silence."