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"My name is Connor Hawke and I'm looking for my father?" the words come out posed like a question as I helplessly stare at a beautiful blonde woman standing in front of me, at what is supposed to be my father's door.
The woman stares back at me in silence as I continue. "His name's Oliver Queen and this is where he lives, right?" I say, casually throwing a look towards the address I'd scribbled onto a post-it.
God, this isn't his wife, is it? She looks too young, I think as my stomach churns at the thought of him being with someone who is probably my age or much close to it. But there's a ring on her finger. Which is an indication of her marital status. And she is the one answered the door to the Queen residence.
I shove my thoughts aside to re-focus on her...my possible stepmother.
Her blue eyes widen lightly, as she mumbles something under her breath and her composure shifts as she takes in my appearance and my unmistakable resemblance to the man who fathered me. Leaning heavily against the door, her hand reaches to wrap around her protruding stomach as she calls out a name. "Andrew!" her voice reverberates loudly throughout the house. Throwing me a weak smile, she says, "I wasn't expecting that. Like, at all. I mean, I'm just house sitting for my parents while they're out of town for my brother's graduation but that's besides the point. Because you're here. And I'm here and I didn't expect you." She shakes her head. "I'm Amelia Queen Diggle...your sister. Older sister."
Just then a dark skinned man appears from behind her and helps her straighten her back. He casts me a questioning look, only to be on the receiving end of Amelia's narrowed eyes. "No questions," she says to him, as she beckons me inside the house.
I wonder how this'll end.
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