“Oh, Sutton!” my mother exclaimed. “That would be amazing.”
“I know. I can pay you and Dad back, then put a big chunk down on the mortgage for the store.”
My father shook his head, clearly still in shock. “He has kids?”
Brody spoke this time. “She was older than him, they met in college, and she got pregnant. He married her, then she went back to France.”
Mom gasped. “Is that why he was always going over there?”
I nodded. “I think so.”
“Does she know about you?”
Shrugging, I replied, “I don’t know, and I don’t care. We called my lawyer and sent over copies of everything Brody found. We should hear something back soon. I’m hoping early next week.”
My father picked up his glass. “This is a reason to celebrate.”
We all lifted our glasses and toasted.
Mom added, “Now, let’s just hope the little prick goes back to France and leaves you in peace.”
Brody choked on his beer as I let out a roar of laughter.
Dad lifted his beer once again. “I’ll drink to that too!”