Family Stories

Part 11 Brielle shook her head. “No.” I looked at her. She smiled. “But maybe we can become something better.” I hugged her. For the first time in five years, …

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PART 4 She nodded. “I didn’t want to go home.” “Why?” “Because I promised him.” My heart stopped. “Promised who?” Mia looked toward the old photograph. Then she whispered: “The …

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PART 5 He walked toward us. “I’ve been waiting seventeen years for someone from your family to come back.” He looked at the key in my hand. Then whispered: “Your …

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PART 6 Each step creaked beneath our weight. Mia stayed behind me, holding onto my jacket. The elderly man walked first. The director followed. I came last. At the bottom, …

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PART 7 I dropped the letter. The director bent down and picked it up. She read it. Her face turned white. “What?” I grabbed the paper from her. “Who?” She …

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PART 8 Mia held my hand so tightly that her fingers hurt. The footsteps stopped outside the room. Nobody breathed. A key turned in the lock. The door opened. A …

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PART 9 “The financial records.” I didn’t understand. Susan explained. “My father had used my identity to create accounts. Accounts connected to the stolen money.” I stared at her. “And …

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PART 10 I opened it. Names. Dates. Amounts. And beside several payments was one repeated notation. D.S. I looked at Susan. “Who is D.S.?” Susan went pale. “Daniel’s father.” The …

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PART 11 I started the engine. We drove. I didn’t stop until we were miles away. My hands were shaking. Mia was crying silently. Susan stared out the window. Finally, …

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