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Prompt at the bottom to avoid giving away the plot.
When Candice met my dad, Greg, she became the only mother I cared for. I was five years old and still suffering the loss a year earlier of a biological mother who ran out.
Sadly, bio Mom was a loser, a drifter with what she termed a free heart, riding any Harley Davidson saddle that would offer her a pillion, swapping or being swapped frequently until she lost count of the bikes and men.
My world fell apart when Greg suffered a tragic car accident while I was a medical student. I was at his deathbed vigil when surgeons declared there was nothing more they could do aside from giving us a few conscious minutes to say goodbye.
My father confessed he wasn’t my biological parent. He wanted to shuffle off this mortal coil with a clean sheet, turning my life upside down on the way. I couldn’t blame him because he’d been so damn good to me, but it set up a heartbreak even worse than simply losing him.
So many questions.
Six months later, piqued by curiosity, I visited my loser bio Mom, who couldn’t identify my biological Dad, but I guess it was okay that she narrowed it down to six possibles, all of whom starred with her in a cheap porno movie on the day I was conceived. She linked her epic two-hour PornHub gangbang to me via messenger, which I promptly deleted, blocking her number.
Greg and Candice had practically adopted me, and now he was gone, Mom worked extra hard to raise me.