Page 8 of Fervor


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"Oh, Connie, don't be so naive; you and I both know that with today's technology, you can make anything look real. People have been doing it for years."

"Mom, she made a statement, a public apology."

"Did she Tiffany? Did you see Suzette stand in front of a microphone and say those words?"

"So, what are you saying?" I asked; this whole thing was giving me a headache.

"I'm not saying anything, son; I'm just suggesting that we all stay calm and look at this thing from all angles. Let's not let anger rule the day. We need to bring Suzette to the compound..."

"No, no fucking way, you bring that bitch here, and I'm leaving."

"Gage, Michael Maddox, this is not the man I raised you to be; I did not teach you to run from your problems, shame on you. No one is saying that you have to get back together with her or even that you have to forgive her, but the least you can do for yourself, if not for her, is to hear her out. Do you think I want this for you? If she's guilty of this, I want to burn her at the stake. As your mother, that's my prerogative to feel that way, but as a woman, I say hear her out."

Everything she was saying made perfect sense, but I just didn't know if I could do it. It was too soon. Too new, I was still too raw. I needed an outlet for my pain. I didn't think I could stand to hear her say the words. Just the kissing thing almost killed me. If she told me she fucked him, it would end me.

So what did that mean? Did that mean I still cared for her? Could I get past this shit? I didn't know. I did know my family was right. I was going to have to see her eventually; we had a movie premiere in a month and a half. Fuck my life.

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