My Double Life (28 page)

But the thought of the press following me around ignited flames of panic inside my stomach. “Do the paparazzi have to find out about me?”

My father shrugged. “Not if you don’t want to tell anyone that you’re my daughter. We can try to keep it a secret.”

I glanced at my mother, but she shrugged too, turning the decision back over to me.

I felt strangely powerful having the final say. Did I want to live a quiet life as Sabrina Garcia’s daughter, or did I want to be known as Alex Kingsley’s hidden past? I didn’t like the thought of tabloids in every grocery store across America proclaiming to the world what my parents had done, but at the same time, I was so happy that I finally had a father and a sister, that they were here in my living room to see me, that it seemed wrong to keep it a secret. “We can tell people,” I said.

He smiled and then went back to looking at the photo album with my mother.

I watched her for a moment, thinking how young she suddenly looked. Poor Larry. His days were numbered.

Grant leaned closer, whispering into my ear, “I think your dad has got her number this time.”

I leaned back into him. “I think you’re right.”