Chapter 3

My adoptive parents treated me with the same warmth as they did in my last life. They were always by my side, cheering me on as I learned to walk and called them "Mom" and "Dad" for the very first time.

When I first learned to talk, I purposely ran up to Drake, grinning and stammering out, "Drake."

I just wanted to get closer to him, but eight-year-old Drake just glanced at me and looked away, totally uninterested.

Mom frowned. "Drake, this is the first time your little sister called your name. What's with that attitude?"

Drake flipped a page…