"Your parents..." His eyes all but implode from his sockets. Coming closer, I take a step back. Celeste was stunned at the words I just whispered, "Tell me she is wrong." She speaks, broken inside. Celeste walks closer to him, willing to step on the brittle ice for the man at the centre. He doesn't touch her, even as his hands lift to hold her, but before he can, she tenses up, "The Naders are my birth parents." She shakes her head, struggling to comprehend the moment, and when she huffs out in shock, she steps back, "That can't be. No, your parents died, we went to their grave together, every year we go. Angel, what's going on!" Stunned for words that could possibly settle the storm, it is Marisol's soft voice that breaks the silence, "Son we can- "Angel loses it as his hand picks up to stop her, "No! I didn't want this shit. I told you to stay away from me months ago!" Months, how long has he known about them? Marisol steps forward, but Celeste is fed up and st
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