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"D.N.A.- Nothing Would Ever Be The Same" by Ey Wade on Ganxy

I Smell a Mystery (Deb's Journal)

Entry 9
Did I tell you I'd been reading through my Mother's journals? The woman had a room of them. Hidden behind the rows of clothing in her humongous closet, there were shelves and shelves of the little brown books. She filled a new one every month from the day she met my father. What a conniving, evil... anyway I learned a lot about her.
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"My mom was having an affair on my dad."
Gianté laughed derisively. "And so? I wouldn’t be surprised. Your mom was a very hot woman and your dad was a workaholic."
"True, but she had been fooling around for over ten years with the same guy. The twins are not Dad’s."
"Whoa, holy shit. Are you sure about that? That’s serious, Debney. How did you figure that out?"
She lowered her head in shame. "Read my mother’s journals."
"Wow. That's kinda low, isn’t it? Isn’t a woman’s journal supposed to be some kind of sacred thing? Watcha doin' reading them?"
"Don’t make me feel worse than I do already. I didn't intend to read them. It just happened when I was trying to find something to give me a reason to keep on living. I'm kiddin' again." She laughed at the way his brows lifted at the insinuation towards suicide. "I was digging through her things, ran across the journals and started reading to see how her mind ticked. What I learned is that my mom was an idiot. She wrote down everything. Her paper trail is so easy to follow. I really believe she and that guy planned to run away together. I think they were going to get rid of my dad and live happily ever after on his money. Something went wrong and she died with dad. I just don't know what happened to the boys."
"I think you watch too much TV."
"TV has nothing to do with it. I can show you the journals from the last year. Just those tell enough. She has journals dated back through my entire lifetime. She was always planning to do something to my dad and always failing. That’s why she didn't want me going on vacations with them. When I was thirteen she wrote in her journal that I caught her and the guy hugging on the beach. I don’t remember anything about anything like that. Mom was crazy and money-hungry and, I think, getting desperate to be with the guy. I bet after ten years of hanging in the shadows he was getting anxious, too. I don't know what happened, but I honestly don't believe the boys were in the car with Mom and Dad. My theory is they planned this together, but somehow she ended up trapped with Dad. I think this man has the twins."
"Ridiculous. That would be the dumbest scenario. They died on a mountain road. If it had been planned why would your mom get in the car with him? Wouldn't she know she would have to try and escape at the last moment?"
"I'm telling you she had something planned. The journal I read wasn’t her last but it was the last one here. She dated them and shelved them by order. Come to think of it, she should have had the last one with her."
Debney jumped up suddenly, the action causing Gianté to fall from the edge of her chair.
"Sorry. I need to check her suitcases. Why didn’t I think of that before?"
Debney ran into the guest house and grabbed the keys to the main house. Without pausing she rushed back and down the marble patio walkway to the main house, sliding on wet feet across the tiles and slamming into the glass door.
"Are you okay, Deb?" Gianté pulled her around to face him, scanning her face for any signs of injury.
"Yes, nothing new."
"Well you need to start being careful."
She looked at her shoulder where his hand rested.
"You know that's going to get old pretty fast, Gianté. I don't need you hovering over me. I'm not a fool."
She shrugged him off and opened the door. Walking in ,she tossed the keys on the small table near the entrance and turned to face him.
"Let's get something straight right now. I'm the one that's pregnant. Anything and everything I do will be my choice and my consequence. As far as I'm concerned I'm the parent, the one and only. The deal was no strings. I stand by that. You're my friend." She cupped his cheek gently before giving it a small pat and turning away. "You should just concentrate on finishing high school."
Gianté took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Fine, you do whatever you want with ‘your pregnancy.’ When it’s a baby then it will be a different story. If it comes out with my eyes, I'm steppin’ in. For now, let's look in those suitcases."
"Sometimes you can be a real pain."
Gianté laughed and followed her into the hallway to the foyer where she pulled her parents’ suitcases from the hall closet.
"I didn't see a reason to drag them upstairs after the airport had them delivered," she explained as she unsnapped the first and smallest of her mom’s three matching cases.
"So far, nothing of the boys’ has been returned. Kinda strange, don't you think?"
"Yeah."
"Hence my reason for going out there, now that the police have gone all silent on me--" She tossed everything from the case and no journal fell out.
"There’s nothing here but a bunch of makeup and toiletries."
Moving to the next case, Debney checked the outside pockets before flipping the lock. She closed her eyes briefly, afraid the sight of her mother’s perfectly packed items would distress her. Knowing these were the last things her mother had worn seemed odd. The confused melding of emotions froze her actions for a moment. Her fingers hovered over the folded material. Everything was in order, smooth and packed solid, much the way Nicole had kept her public life. Nothing could be seen through the top layer. At least that was how it had been seen by her only daughter. She had never been able to get through to her mother. Not with hugs, words of love or small handmade items. She had never been able to penetrate the woman that was Nicole Armstrong. Once she pulled out the first item of clothing, Debney found it easy to go through the rest, tossing and scattering everything without a care of how it looked. Nicole hadn't cared how she destroyed her daughter’s life with her lies and subterfuge, so why should she show any respect for the property of a person who had been dead to her as a parent for years? Debney had emptied all the cases and was still digging through the pockets when she felt Gianté's hand grabbing her wrists.
"Hey hey, they're empty. You can stop. Where’d your mind go?"
Debney looked at him blankly.
"For a second you were sitting still as a mannequin staring at the clothes in the suitcase and the next thing stuff was flying around like a whirlwind had entered the room. Look at the mess."
It was true. Clothes and shoes were scattered everywhere. She hadn’t even realized what she had been doing. "Whew, I went crazy for a minute." She laughed and pulled a pair of panties off his head. "Are you keeping these as a souvenir?"
"Ewww no." He backed a little. "Let's look through your dad's."
"Why would he have her journal?"
"Who knows? Maybe he saw her writing in it."
"I'm sure he probably did see her many times, but it wouldn’t give him reason to have it."
"Okay, let's stick with the story line here. It’s a mystery, right? Maybe this time he saw her writing and got curious. He would want to know why she would be wasting her time writing in a journal in a great place like Italy, right?"
"Or maybe he wanted to know who she was writing about. Remember he already knew she'd had an affair."
"He did?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that part. He told her he would give her nothing if she divorced him and then he would fight for custody of us kids."
"Really? Oh hell, I would've killed him too."
Debney punched him on the shoulder. "That's something I would expect Nadine to say."
"Well ,you know it’s the truth. What sane woman would divorce a rich man and end up with nothing, especially Nicole ,and lose her children to boot? Please, you guys were her cash cows. Your dad wasn’t smart enough to get her to sign a prenup?"
"You're really cruel, Gianté.” Debney pushed her mom’s things out of the way.
"How am I being cruel? I’m just stating the truth. Your mom loved having money."
"Would you have made me sign a prenup?"
"Never, but I would sign one for you in a heartbeat."
Debney stopped in her act of pulling one of her dad’s cases from the closet to stare at Gianté. Sometimes he would say the sweetest things and she would have to fight her urge to throw herself into his arms. Shaking away the goose bumps rising all over her body ,she turned away.
"Grab the other suitcase and you go through them. These are my dad’s. I don't think I could handle going through my dad’s things. I’ll go look in his safe to see what his private papers had to say. I'm sure I read something about a prenup."
"You didn't give his papers to the lawyer?" He called to her retreating back.
"I only gave him copies."
Debney entered the office slowly. She was struck again by the overwhelming urge to cry. She’d spent her evenings while he was alive sprawled out on the chaise or window seat doing her homework or fooling around on her laptop while he did his paperwork or whatever from behind his large desk. Sometimes they had conversations, but mostly they just enjoyed each other’s company.
She was flipping through the folders of his files when Gianté walked in and smacked a small leather-bound book on the pile in front of her with a triumphant 'tada.' Clearing an area on the desk, he made a fast jump up to sit on its corner and she just as quickly pushed him off. Catching himself before he fell, Gianté gave her a confused look.
"My dad doesn't like it when people sit on his desk. Pull that chair over here." She swung her hand to encompass one of the two chairs facing the desk.
Gianté retrieved the chair and parked it next to her, watching as she opened the journal with a small letter opener.
"I figured your dad would have it. Some men can be dimwitted. He probably figured out about the affair. I bet he even confronted her about it."
"If he did, it goes to show how smart he wasn’t. Everyone knows you don't confront a person, you just get rid of them." She tapped the edge of the pages in front of her. "From this I see he already had a prenup signed, stating if Nicole had an affair it would cause her to lose everything. I guess he didn’t have enough proof then."
"Well, if he had her journal and she wrote down everything like you said she did, then he knew."
"Yeah he knew, but how long did he know?"
Debney had been reading through her mother’s journal and now sat with a look of stunned certainty on her face.
Taking the book from her hands, Gianté read the words himself. Nicole Armstrong went into great detail on how she and her lover were planning to kill her husband and make it look like an accident. The guy, who was to act as a tour guide for young children, would have taken the twins for the day and put them somewhere out of harm’s way. Then he was to rendezvous with Nicole on a mountain road and cause a collision of some sort. Obviously something had gone wrong with the plan.
"This is why I need to get out there. I need to find my little brothers. I wasn't told anything about a second car being involved."
Gianté pointed to the names on the pages he had slipped from under Debney’s hands.
"Is that your father’s real name, Debashish?"
"Yes, he legally changed his last name to Armstrong. He was always saying it gave him strength." She shrugged. "I dunno why. Just something he did. Anyway what do you think we should do?"

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In the spirit of Juno by Diablo Cody-


D.N.A. is the story of a teen surviving through the

questionable death of her highly dysfunctional family,

bullying from peers,and an unplanned pregnancy.


D.N.A. pulls no punches at being

an NA drama filled with

angst, heartbreak, suspense and deep

love.

My Life on the Brink

D.N.A. is a truly poignant story that will have you shedding a tear and cheering for joy. DJ Weaver | 2 reviewers made a similar statement
This book is intended for Young Adults but it is a great read for anyone. Debra Johnson | 3 reviewers made a similar statement
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In the wake of adversity Debney is put through the wringer, something that at her age should never happen.

But in this case it did and author Ey Wade did an excellent job with the plot and the emotional aspect.

I mentioned a dysfunctional family earlier, but the nice thing about this story is you don't realize the severity until the story unfolds. From every corner of her life Debney is challenged, and to see how she handles it...well you need to pick up this novel and if you know a teenager, place one in their hands for required reading.

Ms. Wade rolls out this story beautifully with impeccable timing. I was so engrossed and totally shocked at Debney's mother...the real reason I believe this book is called D.N.A.
A highly recommended read!


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