CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR – CRACKS IN THE STORY

Whirling around, she stalked down the front walk, her hands fisted at her sides. She could hear Gabriel and Marcus's concerned voices from inside, asking what was going on. Then her father's heavy tread as he moved to the front door, alerted by the commotion. "Anita? Girls? What in the world..." His gruff baritone trailed off as he took in the scene of his wife crumbling against the doorframe, sobbing in keening wails of anguish. Jasmine didn't stop, didn't look back. Her rapid footsteps carried her down the sidewalk, across the street, as far away from the painful confrontation as she could get. Tears of rage and hurt blurred her vision, but she kept walking blindly. How could her mother have done this? Lied about something so monumentally life-altering for over thirty years? Jasmine had idolized Anita her whole life, loved her with every fiber of her being. She had been the one stability in Jasmine's world when everything else seemed to collapse - her marriage, her hopes and dre