Author: quoc huy
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PART 2 | “He’s been waiting twenty years to find you, Mark,” I whispered, the words hanging heavily in the humid evening air. Mark stood frozen, his eyes darting frantically from me to the mysterious figure tinted behind the dark glass of the luxury SUV parked at the curb. A violent tremor started in his hands, making the legal papers rustle loudly in the sudden, suffocating silence of the hallway. The wealthy couple and the real estate agent slipped past him without a word, sensing the explosive tension, leaving just the two of us standing in the grand foyer of the house he thought he ruled.

- by quoc huy
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PART 2 | My jaw hit the floor, my vision blurring into a haze of sheer, suffocating panic as my father collapsed completely to his knees, his trembling hands covering his face while he wept uncontrollably. The stranger’s words hung in the icy, stagnant air like a brutal death sentence: My real biological parents? A staged car accident? My heart started racing so violently that I thought my fresh surgical stitches were going to violently burst right open. I stared at the man who had raised me, the man I had worked myself to the bone to support for three agonizing years, waiting for him to deny it, to scream that this was all a sick joke. But he just kept sobbing, his shoulders shaking, refusing to meet my eyes. A suffocating, paralyzing chill ran down my spine. The truth was written all over his utter cowardice.

- by quoc huy