Zariah The sound of her voice shattered something inside me. For twenty-three years, I had imagined this moment in a hundred different ways. Sometimes she apologized. Sometimes she explained why she left. Sometimes she simply told me she loved me. Every version ended with me waking up before I could hear her finish. This time, I was awake. “…Mom?” The word barely escaped my lips before my throat tightened. Tears blurred my vision so completely that I could no longer see the people standing around me. The bunker disappeared. The alarms, the soldiers, Adrian, Genesis—everything faded until there was nothing left except the woman on the other end of the phone. “I’m here.” Her voice broke on the last word. “Oh, sweetheart… I’m so sorry.” I closed my eyes. Hearing her cry hurt more than I expected. For years, I had imagined confronting her
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