“Silly girl, do you think I actually loved you?”
She looked at him, her eyes questioning, her lips drying, her heart exploding,
“You certainly made it seem that way” came her meek response.
“You were just a part of the cover story,” he admitted, “but you can go away now”
His words were cold, aloof, uncaring. She was stunned into silence. Everything she thought she knew had been a lie.
She had questions but didn’t want to hear the answers; not right now. All she could do was do as she was told and go away. She got up from her seat outside of the café and started walking away, not wanting to spend another minute with him; not knowing where to go either.
She felt so hurt and alone. How could anybody do such a thing? Not only to lie about absolutely everything but to maintain that lie for so long. All of this time and it was lies; she didn’t know who she was anymore.
That man pretended to be her father. Her childhood, everything she had known, in a single moment, had ceased to exist.