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I crumpled to the floor, the letter a worthless, ancient piece of paper in my hand. The tears came then, hot and stinging, not just for the betrayal, but for the life I thought I knew. For the mother I thought I had. And for the child I once was, utterly oblivious to the profound, shattering secret that defined her very being. The letter she never expected wasn’t meant for me to find. But it was always about me. And now, the truth was out, leaving me utterly, irrevocably undone.
