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It was an envelope, sealed in thick plastic. Inside were legal papers — divorce papers — between my father and a woman named Susannah. My mother.
The same mother I’d been told had died when I was two.
Furious, I drove to April’s house. When she opened the door, I held up the key. “You knew,” I said. “You lied to me.”
Her face went pale. “It was for your own good,” she insisted. “Your mother wasn’t well — she had episodes, disappeared for days. He was protecting you.”
Tears blurred my vision. “Protecting me? By pretending she was dead?”
April said nothing. And I realized it wasn’t just about keeping Dad’s secret — she’d wanted to erase my mother completely.
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