Guiz’s Point of View
Marie and I sat at our new kitchen table across from Grandma, Cedric, and Mac as I struggled to understand what they told me.
“So, you’re telling me that my mother is not my mother and Lester isn’t Lester?” It sounded even crazier when I said out loud. “Is she even alive?”
“We don’t know” Cedric answered honestly. “But my guess would be she isn’t. Anyone who is willing to go to the lengths of assuming someone’s entire identity isn’t going to risk leaving a such a big loose end like leaving that person alive. I’m sorry to be so blunt.”
“Don’t be sorry” I mumbled.
“There’s something else” Cedric glanced at Mac before he continued. “This dredges up a lot of questions about your dad.”
“You think he has something to do with this?” My stomach lurched into my throa
