Chapter 202

“Dad doesn’t know you’re alive,” I say to her as I look up at her face.

She tries to speak but no words come out.

“Exactly, a liar then and a liar now,” I say to her and she flinches as if my words physically assaulted her.

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Well, good. I want her to hurt as much as I am hurting now.

“What do you mean by a liar then?” She asks, wiping a stray tear that runs down her face.

I raise an eyebrow, silently asking her if she wants me to go there.

“You know what? Forget about it, I’m leaving.” She says as she puts her handbag on her shoulders and stands.

But I stand too, stepping in her way.

“Are you even real?” I ask her, but the truth is I’m asking myself this. I want her to be real, I want my mother back. But this version just seems so far away from who I knew she was.

“Quincy, what are you talking about? Is this slang you young people use?” She asks and I see her face twist in confusion.

“No, are you real?” I ask ag