Chapter 103

Emily stood frozen, her trembling hands clutching the weathered pages of the old diary.

Her eyes scanned the words once more,

desperate to disprove their meaning.

The room seemed to close in on her as the weight of the revelation bore down. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the walls, mirroring the turmoil within her.

"Amara is my mother?" Emily muttered in disbelief, her voice cracking as tears welled up and spilled over.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the floor, the diary slipping from her grasp and landing with a muted thud.

Betrayal coursed through her veins, a cold, unrelenting tide that she could not escape.

For years, she had been indifferent about her biological mother, sometimes even resenting her for reasons she could not fully articulate.

Yet, all along, the truth had been so close, like a bone buried just beneath the surface of her life, hidden but always present.

"But why?" she asked the empty room, her voice barely a whisper.
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