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CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR

Myra's Pov

"My name is Flanagan..."

His voice said calm as his breathing slowed down gradually. I sat in the chair still. And now I was starting to have butt cramps.

"I don't know who you are..." I replied, frowning.

He laughed. And I could see his eyes crease in a smile as he bent his head to one side to look at me.

"You do..." he said. "You just don't remember because you never saw me..."

I frowned as I heard his words. I was disturbed as they held the truth. Because I truly hadn't seen my father since I was born. I had only listened to my mother's stories.

"You're not my father!" I still answered, resilient. I wasn't going to accept a deranged recluse as a parent even at gunpoint.

"What did she ever tell you about your father?" he asked now. "What stories did she make up?" he asked, smiling as he folded his hands.

"She didn't do anything!... everything she told me was the truth!...she told me she wouldn't lie, and that he died!" I yelled, belligerent in indignation.

"Of course she'
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