Hi,
Love this story.
“Gr- great grandson,” he said in a choked whisper. “My great, great, great, eight greats in all, grandmother was... your ...” He stopped and lowered his elbows to his knees, raking his hands through his hair.
“Our daughter,” Lois supplied.
Clark looked at her sharply. She had said that so easily. She hadn’t screamed, fainted, or... hit anyone. In fact, she had sounded almost as if... she believed it.
