That's when I approached my grandparents about my birth father. My grandma simply stated that she did not know who he was since my mother never told her. As time moved on, I realized my grandparents were the only family I needed, and the questions I had had about my dad faded away.
Of course that scary remark will come sooner or later: 'You are not even my real dad.' A child that is denied something 'utterly' important, or is 'unfairly' disciplined tries to find hurting words and comes up with the ones she or he thinks are the worst.
We only get one Lescroart novel a year, and when it arrives it is a cause for excitement. I usually prefer the books about Dismas Hardy but this one on Hunt is one of Lescroart's best. He manages to make it his most complex and emotional story to date.