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Dangerous Liaison

... grandparents, so it really took me down."

I held up a hand to indicate a pause and went and got some cold San Pellegrino, passing one to David I sat and took a deep breath.

"Thanks," he considered me. "I'm not going to like the next bit am I?"

I shook my head, took a sip and then faced him.

"My grandparents didn't like the doctor who was in charge of my care, mainly because she was black, but I had been so sick at one point they had the crash team on standby and the hospital didn't give them a choice. I couldn't be moved. A couple of days after I came round, Dr Harris comes into my room and sits down. She was acting really odd. But she very carefully explained that they had done many tests, including genetics, to try and find the source or cause of the infection."

David nodded, no doubt he could have listed most of the tests.

"And she asked me, very gently, if I was aware of my African-American heritage."

"What!"

"I had African-American bloodlines on my paternal side."

"Wow. Did your grandparents know?"

"They knew."

"So how far back? Were they able to tell you?"

"Not far back," I admitted, and picking up the photo from the table I handed it to him. "Lee Franklin wasn't my step-father. He was my father."

David gazed from me to the photo and back. A look of absolute shock on his face. "They lied to you?"

"My whole life. And he wasn't responsible for the crash. My Mom was driving, and the drunk driver was coming the other ...

... way."

"Jesus!" David just blinked and shook his head, placing the photo carefully on the table and pulling me in. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry."

"Just in case it ever comes up, once we're official. Frankie knows all of this. And what I'm about to tell you."

"What?" David pulled back and stared at me. "How. Why?"

"I'm a huge fan of his dad's music. I vaguely knew Frankie for two or three years before I found out who his dad was. I was hanging around Rome for a gig, after a competition, there's this obnoxiously loud whistle and then my name being called. I look up and it's Frankie, like, come over. I reach the table and he's sitting with Juan Vega-Perez. I had never put it together."

"How does that lead to Frankie knowing your family history?"

"I joined them for lunch. We had starters, then as the pizza is arriving." I smiled as David mouthed 'Pizza?' and looked shocked.

"Yea, yea. When in Rome! Anyway, Mr Vega-Perez asked me. Straight out. 'Are you like my Frankie? One of your parents is black?' Frankie was stunned, but so was I. No one had ever asked before, but somehow, his dad saw it."

"I'm ashamed to admit it," David said quietly. "But I would never have thought to ask you."

"Of course not. Frankie's dad is literally the only person who ever has."

"But I'm a doctor. I'm trained to be observant." His brow was furrowed as his eyes darted over me. Average brown hair, average brown eyes, average features. I had always considered myself averagely, ...