Richard’s face changed in a way I had never seen before.
Not angry.
Not confused.
Not even hurt.
It was worse than that.
It was the face of a man watching the woman who raised him turn into a stranger right in front of his eyes.
His mother clutched her chest.
“That is a lie,” she whispered.
I almost laughed.
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