The Genius I Raised Wasn't My Daughter

Synopsis

My daughter was a world-famous young violin prodigy. That was until I visited an orphanage deep in the mountains. There, I saw a disabled girl, her face and body disfigured by fire, lying in the mud. She was tapping out a broken, off-beat Lullaby with two sticks. It was the very first piece I taught my daughter, the misplaced pause was our secret signal, a game only the two of us knew. The check in my hand was crumpled from my grip. 'If she was my own flesh and blood, then who exactly is Sophie Carter, that so-called genius daughter of mine rehearsing at Royal Concert Hall?' I wondered.