THE CHOICE
Amara stood in the doorway.
Damian looked at her.
“What happened?”
She handed him the photograph.
His expression changed.
“What is this?”
“My mother says I'm not who I thought I was.”
Damian stared at the picture.
Then at Amara.
“We'll find out.”
“No.”
She shook her head.
“This time, I have to do it myself.”
Damian stepped closer.
“You're my wife.”
“And I love you.”
She kissed him.
“But if my entire life has been a lie…”
She pulled away.
“I need to know the truth.”
Damian nodded.
“Then I'll find it with you.”
Outside, a black car waited across the street.
Inside sat an old man.
He watched Amara walk away.
Then he smiled.
“She's finally ready.”
He picked up his phone.
“Tell them.”
A pause.
“Amara Okafor is alive.”
The call ended.
And for the first time, the old man revealed the scar across his face.
The same scar Amara remembered from her childhood nightmare.
THE END… OR THE BEGINNING.
