|Tamara|
“What do you mean that it’s not her real na—” he could not finish his question when he saw the photographs inside. The confusion started to consume Uncle Raymund’s face. One by one, he started flipping each photo over to the other. I did not let myself interrupt him as I saw him reading the attached notes and written evidence. I was a bit anxious for letting him know all of these but my conscience is slapping me non-stop that he should.
I was crossing my fingers at the back of my mind, hoping that he doesn’t have any issues with his heart. Because if he does, I am so dead right now.
He raised his gazes at me, “Laura Gomez?” his tone raised. He looked at it again and this time slowly. I can tell he’s reading it all carefully without haste. His eyes were brimming with
