Truth Undressed (Exposed Series, #3) - Plot & Excerpts
It’s not like I had completely ignored her since I found out she wasn’t my Mom. We had exchanged grunts and the occasional pleasantry. But we definitely hadn’t talked. Why should we? What was there to say? We both knew now that she had deceived me for eighteen years about who she was and lied to me about where I came from. To be honest, it felt more like there was a landmine in the room than an elephant. And even after I had some time to cool off, I was still so confused. Because when someone referenced my Mom, I still thought of her first. I mean, she hadn’t actually given birth to me which was a pretty big disqualifier, but she had done everything else. She changed my diapers, cleaned my nose so I wouldn’t be a snotty kid, and was my room Mom at school until third grade. No one had kissed more bruises or applied more band-aids as I stumbled and tripped through my early years. And I can’t remember her ever missing a single one of my lacrosse games. If it weren’t for her I probably wouldn’t even be able to read or use a toilet.
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