"That's what this is about?!" Madison barked.

"I don't care about money! Tell your son . . . tell him to go to hell first of all.

Secondly, I'm over eighteen. You wouldn't have any responsibility for me anyway, but even so I'll sign any damn thing you want promising I won't sue or ask for one red cent. I just want to live in fucking peace! I'll survive just damn fine on my own."

“You're right, this is not about money. This is about family. This is about missing out on twenty years of your life and about thinking you were dead. I can't survive losing my daughter a second time.

Please, I would like to do the paternity test."

"No," Madison replied. She stood up.

“Why not? What do you have to lose?"

“Your son and your family have caused me more heartache than I can even describe. I will not let you do this to me. I will not be left crying and alone one more damn time because of the Hannity family."

William Hannity knew that he had to think quickly. He had one more card to play. It was sneaky and underhanded, but he played it anyhow.

"You have other siblings, you know."

Madison stopped.

‘Family,’ she thought.

‘Like Heda has. No, it's not'

"A brother and a sister. Timothy is thirteen and his sister Morgan is sixteen."

“Shut up," Madison said, trying to get her feet to move again.

“They're both good kids, who still have a lot of potential -

“Shut up!"

"-— whose only role models are a self-centered older brother, an arrogant mother, and father who has been to blind to see what has been going on." He walked up behind her.

“They need their big sister.

I need my daughter. You need a family."

"I have my friends," she said, tears coming down her face.

"I have Heda. I don't need But she could not bring herself to say it.

She DID need a family. Not one where she was on the outside looking in like some pathetic window shopper. She needed a family more than she needed to breathe at that moment.

"Please, take the test. We'll know the truth in a few days. If I'm wrong, which I'm not, I walk away and you never have to see my or anyone in my family ever again. That's a promise. But if I'm right, then I want to spend time with you. I want you to meet your family.