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Amara
Driving aimlessly around town the next day in her new red Mercedes, Amara tried to calm herself and make sense of her confusion. It seemed impossible to reconcile her father’s vehement denial of her mother’s death bed confession that Amara wasn’t her birth daughter. She couldn’t imagine why he would lie to her, yet a dying person would want to make her final preparations and right any unresolved issues—not create new questions. Had her mother been delirious as her father suggested? Her mother didn’t seem so when she saw her last, but Amara didn’t see her in her final days. Besides, no one had mentioned her delirium before, not even her father.
Damn it! Why were people playing with her head? Had her parents deceived her all her life? Were they still deceiving her? She didn’t see
