10
Amara
At 7:30 pm the phone rang. Amara dashed from the bathroom to pick it up, her hair dripping beads of water down her back. “Hello.”
“I got your message,” her father said, “Is everything all right?”
Amara shivered from fear of what her father might say as well as from being nude and wet. She wrapped a towel around herself. “Oh, Daddy, I don’t know anymore. Remember that box of Mom’s you gave me?”
“Her poetry?”
“It was much more than that. She left me a letter.” Acid surged through her stomach. She choked on her words. “She said she wasn’t my real mother. How could you do this to me?”
Speechless, Turannos could not have anticipated this. Amara had opened a window he had kept closed for thirty-seven years. Still, he remembered exactly as if had happened yesterday…
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