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The Mother

Penulis: Mimi
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-18 19:35:52

My mother walked into the mansion like she owned it.

She stopped in the center of the foyer. Turned slowly. Looked at the chandeliers. The marble floors. The portraits of dead men on the walls.

"Rex has good taste," she said. Her voice was exactly how I remembered. Low. Calm. Like she had all the time in the world.

"You have no right to be here," I said.

She turned to face me. Her green eyes met mine. "I have every right. I am your mother."

"You faked your death."

"Yes."

"For ten years."

"Yes."
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