I stood steadily, my ears were fixed on their conversation, trying to encode what they were trying to say. Even though mom was rude to me, I never heard anything like this from her. What exchange? What deal were they talking about? I hoped what I heard was not true. It’s not April either that they would both jump and say April fool to each other. They were serious. Mark held mom’s hand and smiled at her.
“Ezra is not your daughter, still you pretended to be her mother, and you are such a kind woman. I love you.” Mark said softly, his voice reaching my ears like a distant echo. The words struck me like a bolt of lightning.
Mark kissed her knuckles. Mom gave a sweet smile to him and their lovey-dovey scene started again, but my heart was torn into pieces. My knees became weaker. At first I
