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    I clutched my stomach as I trembled, hating I wasn’t able to ignore what Andre had done. Worse, I knew that most of my reaction was due to the fact I had never been good with confrontations. I always cried…even if I was angry and that made me feel weak. As I stood there I felt weaker than ever. I felt ready to break down.
    I swallowed hard as I stood beside my seat, feeling ashamed. I was eighteen years old but like a child, I still wanted my mother. Sadly, I could not shake the need and I quickly decided to go in search of her.
    I walked slowly toward the door with shaky legs, only stopping when I heard my mother’s voice. I frowned. She sounded worried and angry. I had rarely heard those emotions drip from her voice. It caused my stomach to flip in nervousness. I reached forward but my hand hovered over the doorknob. Even though I had wanted my mother only a few seconds before, I couldn’t make myself turn the knob. I couldn’t go to her. Sadly, I knew the reason.
    If I did, I would not know why my mother seemed so upset. It had to be more than the man from the night before. It had to be. Still, I knew that she would never tell me. She wouldn’t want me to worry. The problem was that I felt a gnawing in the pit of my stomach telling me that her worries had something to do with me. I needed to know if that was true. So, even though I knew it was wrong, I leaned against the door, listening for secrets my mother would never reveal any other way.
    “I don’t know what to do about any of this, Sophia,” her voice broke through the door. I could tell that she had been crying again and my heart lurched. Even through the tears, her anger burst from her, “He won’t give up. He’ll just keep coming for her.”
    I frowned. Was she talking about the man…Emilian? Was she saying that he would keep coming for me? I frowned as I looked at the door. That didn’t make any sense…unless…I shook my head of the thought. I did not want to believe that my mother had lied to me. Instead, I leaned closer to the door and listened more intently.
    A rich and sultry voice twisted through the air next, caressing my ears. It was seductive and calming in a way I could not explain. I assumed it belonged to the woman who my mother had spoken of…Sophia…Andre’s mother.
    “I just can not believe that you haven’t told her, Fiona,” Sophia said with disapproval clearly in her voice, “Why would you spring something like this on the girl?”
    Spring what on what girl? Was it me? I strained to hear more but it was silent for a few moments. The silence stretched so long I feared they had moved away from the motor home. Thankfully my mother‘s sigh floated softly through the door. I pressed my ear closer, straining to hear.
    “We weren’t due back until December,” she said, defensively. I heard my mother sigh again, “I thought that I’d have a few months.”
    Sophia’s scoff reached my ears a moment later, “That’s still a bit close, don’t you think? You should have given her time to adjust. She should have been warned about everything .”
    “It’s hard to tell her. She‘ll hate me,” My mother said with tears in her voice. My heart clenched as she sobbed. I didn’t know what the big secret was and I didn’t care as long as my mother would stop crying…stop being angry and most of all stop being afraid.
    I reached for the handle just as Sophia spoke again, “You have to tell her,” she said, gently as I turned the knob, “You have to tell Aurora.”
    I gripped the handle as I took everything in. So, the secrets did have something to do with me. Eventually, I would have to know what they were. My mother would have to tell me.
    I let the door swing open. My mother looked up and the woman she had been speaking to turned. I looked into eyes the same color as Andre’s. Shock radiated through me when I seen them attached to a young woman who looked only a little older than my mother. I frowned wondering if I