“You told me my father died before I was born but you just spoke about him as if he was still alive….wh___”
“Because he is.” Greer interjected, “Because he is Stephanie. Because he is.”
“Wait, what? Wha__whaat do __do you even mean by that?” a startled Stephanie stammered, “Didn’t he die before I was born? You told me that…You told me__”
“I know what I told you.” Sighed Greer, her heart breaking at the sight of her daughter’s distraught reaction, “ You’ll meet him soon, and__”
“Does he know about me?”
“No.”
Stephanie was beyond overwhelmed. She was hurt. She was angry. She was confused. She had come home to find her biological mother, who she hadn’t seen in years, claiming she needed to get her to safety. Her adoptive parents were missing. Her home turned into a war zone, not to mention the bodies on her kitchen floor; and now this? Turns out her biological father had always been alive yet she was made to believe he had died at war even before she was born! For years she celebrated and looked up to him as hero; the father she would have loved to meet; the father who had died not seeing how great of daughter he had. Turns out, her father didn’t even know of her existence.
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