out.â
âWeâre not speaking,â Emma said bluntly as she poked at her salad. âI canât forgive them for lying to me all these years.â
At the next table, a cell phone rang and the man sitting there launched into a loud, annoying conversation about a deal he was putting together.
Ivy rolled her eyes in reaction. âWhat exactly did your parents tell you?â
Emma arched her brows. âDo you mean the Wrights?â she asked, unable to resist.
After her divorce, she had taken back her maiden name. If she had known when she signed the papers what she knew now, she wouldnât have bothered.
âTheyâre still your parents,â Ivy chided gently before taking a dainty bite of arugula.
Emma didnât bother to argue. She couldnât expect her friend to understand her sense of betrayal. Ivy was under constant pressure working at the family firm, but at least they were her family.
Someone dropped a tray inside the café with a loud crash that made Emmaâs hand jerk. Iced tea sloshed over the rim of the glass.
âDid they tell you anything else about your background?â Ivy asked.
âOnly that I was a newborn when they adopted me,â Emma explained as she wiped up the spill with her napkin. âIt was handled by an agency here in Portland called Childrenâs Connection.â
Blotting her lips with her napkin, Ivy studied herthoughtfully. âIâve seen their ads. The Logans are big patrons of their fertility clinic.â
Emma was aware that Ivyâs family and the wealthy Logans had a long, mutually antagonistic history, but she wasnât sure why. Ivy had told her their companies were rivals, but the rift seemed far too bitter for that. âIâm sorry,â she said. âI didnât know they were involved.â
âNo reason you should.â Ivy studied her thoughtfully. âItâs good to know the adoption was legitimate and not part of some backroom black-market baby ring.â
âI guess,â Emma acknowledged.
A sudden breeze stirred Ivyâs hair. Two men at a nearby table stopped talking to stare at her. Despite being so pretty, she had been raised in the shadow of her older siblings, which made her rather shy. She was oblivious to the menâs attention.
âI donât know what Iâd do if I found out something like that,â she told Emma. âIs that where you went this morning?â
Emma leaned closer and lowered her voice. Thankfully the hotshot at the next table had concluded his call and was eating his lunch. âI had an appointment with the director, because I wanted to learn everything I could about my biological parents.â
Ivy set aside her plate. âI guess Iâd want to know the same thing. What did you find out?â
âNothing!â Emmaâs frustration bubbled out. Several patrons glanced over at her, so she quickly lowered her voice. âHe refused to tell me anything. He claimed that my file is confidential.â
âWell, maybe itâs for the best,â Ivy said in a conciliatory tone. âI mean, are you sure you really want to know the reasons someone gave you up? What if theyâre painful?â
âLike what?â Emma fired back at her. âYou mean, if my mother was too young to take care of me, or if I was the result of some kind of assault or incest, or left in a Dumpster?â She had already spent a lot of time thinking about all the different possibilities.
Ivy shrugged. âI donât know. Some people donât want anyone to find out they had a child and gave it up. Theyâre ashamed, or they have a new family they never told. Or they just canât face what they did.â
âI still have a right to know,â Emma disagreed. âItâs my personal history.â She could feel the frustration rising up again, but the last thing she wanted was to argue with Ivy.
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