I stand at my father's funeral, tears rolling down my cheeks. Someone puts a hand on my shoulder, pulling me into a hug. As I look into the face of a woman I've never seen before, she whispers something that shatters my world. "He was my father too." Staring into the woman's glassy gray eyes, I pray that she's lying. I can't believe that my steady, dependable father could do this to me. But a hush...