When the nurse left, my mom reached for my hand. Her fingers were cold, trembling. “After I tell you the truth,” she whispered, “please don’t let it destroy the man who raised you.”
A chill ran through me. “What truth?” I asked.
She looked past me, toward the door. “He never told you, did he?”
I shook my head.
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