Chapter 3

Christopher's phone rang, snapping me back to reality.

He grabbed the documents I handed him with one hand and ended the call with the other.

He said, "Mom wants you to come home tomorrow."

I stood there frozen, my mind tangling itself in knots. Margaret's love before that incident and her cruelty after it twisted together until I couldn't tell them apart anymore.

Which version was my real mother? I couldn't remember.

I nodded and agreed to come.

The next day, I showed up at Grant Manor in casual clothes.

That was when I realized this wasn't just a simple…