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A Kind of Madness
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2024-10-29 19:42:56[Faye]
“What did you just say?” I shout. Her story is too much for me to take in. I know I need to calm down, but after hearing about her “great love affair" I am shaking with anger, confusion, and grief. Was any of it real? Was my family and our happiness a lie?
“I can’t believe this! Please,” I pinch my nose beneath my glasses. “Just tell me, is he my real brother?” I pause. She doesn’t say anything. “How long did this go on for, mother? Please, please tell me that my new boyfriend is NOT actually my brother!”
“You are not related,” she attempts to reassure me. “I was never unfaithful to your father.”
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