It might be best for her now, to just ignore this altogether and concentrate on what she knew was real. She did not know about her mother, but she knew about her husband and that was something she could concentrate on and lose herself in. It may not be healthy to just forget about the news, but she wanted to have a slightly normal birthday if she could.
Samara leaned back, raising her eyebrows a bit. "I don't think I owe you anything, Eli. It's my birthday, is it not? If anything, I think you owe me since we didn't go out tonight." Which wasn't really his fault, but that didn't really matter. The idea of renewing the situation they'd found themselves in last time that had turned out a bit disastrously was intriguing to her - like washing over a bad memory with a good one.