Armand stared at the letter, stunned, he couldn’t believe what he just read. This isn’t possible, he thought, it can’t be. His mind flashed back to his childhood, to his loving and supporting mother. The shock he felt before was now replaced with outrage an anger. How could she do this how could she hide this from him? Amidst all his anger and bewilderment arose a hint of sadness. It all made sense now, Desiree wasn’t the reason their baby looked as it did, he was. Armand was disgusted with himself, not only for what he did to Desiree but for who he now knew he was. He could never look at his slaves the same, knowing that part of their blood ran through his veins. After barely recovering from what he had just learned Armand knew what he had to do. He raced out of the house in search of his wife and child. He had to reconcile with Desiree and reunite his family. Armand searched and searched for them but they were nowhere to be found, they had disappeared and to Armand’s dismay never returned. For Armand life was over as he knew it, he spent the rest of his days regretting that fateful day wishing he could rewind time, he wished he’d never told her to leave and most of all he wished he’d never found that letter.
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