My Parents Made Me Leave Home – But the Very Next Day, Fate Handed Me an Unexpected Gift
I reached for the laptop. Mom yanked it away.
“Hey,” I snapped. “What does it say?”
Ava whispered, “It says Mom isn’t your biological mother.”
Then she looked back at the screen and whispered, “And I’m not your sister. I’m your cousin.”
Nobody moved.
My page had linked me to a cluster of maternal matches under a name I knew.
I said, “What?”
Luke stood up. “That’s not possible.”
Ava’s voice shook. “There’s more.”
Dad barked, “Shut it.”
But I was already reaching again. This time I caught a glimpse.
My page had linked me to a cluster of maternal matches under a name I knew.
Dad looked at me like I was a lit match in a dry field.
Rose.
My dead aunt.
The room went dead silent.
Dad looked at me like I was a lit match in a dry field.
Then he said, “You should’ve never existed.”
I stared at him. “What did you just say?”
That was worse.
He pointed at the front door.
“Get out.”
Mom still wouldn’t look at me. Luke looked sick. Ava started crying.
I said, “Can somebody explain what is happening?”
Dad shouted, “OUT.”
Mom said, very quietly, “Please go.”
She pulled me close and shoved an old photograph into my hand.
That was worse.
Not no. Not calm down. Just go.
I backed toward the door shaking so hard I could barely hold my keys. I had one foot outside when Grandma June grabbed my wrist.
She pulled me close and shoved an old photograph into my hand.
“At midnight,” she whispered, “go to the address on the back.”
“Grandma, what is happening?”
“Do not come back here first. Do you hear me?”
At 11:50, I drove to the address.
Her eyes were wild.
“Go.”
I drove around for hours. I parked behind a grocery store and threw up. I kept hearing Dad’s voice.
You should’ve never existed.
At 11:50, I drove to the address.
The key Grandma had slipped into my palm opened the side door.
I stared at it for a full minute before I hit play.
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