“Satter –” he started, but I couldn’t stop.
“How could you do this? ‘We – had – no – secrets’, you said.” I pounded my fist into my palm with each word. “I thought we were all alone, and you let me believe it? How could you do this?” I started crying, shaking from anger and adrenaline.
I had always longed for a family, for more than just me and my father, to know more about my mother. To learn more about myself. I had wondered where I got my green eyes and dimples from, since my father didn’t have them nor anyone in his family, and my mother didn’t have them either. And my hair was darker than both of theirs, black as a starless night. I had always felt a piece of me...
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