The moment he saw my mother, Liam's face went white as a sheet.His mouth hung open but no sound came out. He looked like he’d seen a ghost."Mom..." His voice trembled. "What... what are you doing here?"My mother glided forward, her eyes scanning the desecrated memorial."I came back from Paris," she said, her voice calm and commanding. "To attend your mother's funeral."Your mother.The words struck Liam like a bolt of lightning. He started to sway.He looked around at the relatives, and a horrible truth finally dawned on him.These people... they were all his family.Mary's brothers and sisters. Mary's nieces and nephews.They were all Vances. Not Morrisons."No... impossible..." He stumbled toward the paint-splattered portrait on the floor.He dropped to his knees and frantically tried to wipe away the red paint with his hands."This isn't my mom... It can't be my mom..."His fingers bled as he scraped at the paint, but he didn't stop.Chloe stood nearby, disgusted."Darling, don'
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