Jason handed the photos to Brooke then crossed his arms and pinned her with his eyes. “Okay I’m going to put all the pieces together in my head now and come to the obvious conclusion. Anna is your daughter, not adopted. Some guy you haven’t told me about got you pregnant shortly after I left and apparently ran off.” He watched Brooke closely to gauge her reaction, and hopefully react fast enough if she started swinging. “So how close am I?”