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JACOB

I left her arm and stood in front of her. I knew I wanted to know the truth but hearing it right now, I don't think I want to listen anymore.

“Did Dad know?” I asked her. She didn't say a word, she just stood there.

“I asked you a question!” I yelled at her, she flinched and started crying. That's not going to stop me from asking my question.

“What are you doing, Mom?” Amy asked, “crying isn't going to solve anything, you talking right now is,”

“No, your Dad didn't know,” she said with her head down.

“That will not cut it,” I said to her, pointing a finger in front of her, “you decided your first son is more important than me or Amy and you decided to go against me. What kind of a mother does that?” I asked, walking to and fro the entrance of the house.

“I was only doing what any mother would do, look out for her child's future,” she said in tears.

“Why about our future,” I pointed at myself and Amy, “aren't we your children?” I asked her.

“No, you are not!” She said and it felt