SAMANTHA POV
It's been two days, and I still don't feel any better. I don't know if I want to pursue learning more about this untouched side of myself. I have always had a powerful sense of who I am. Now, all that confidence has been shaken, and I am questioning who Samantha Layne is exactly.
I stretch my arms and sigh before climbing to my feet. Spending more than an hour on the floor is too rough for my growing belly.
"Geez, why couldn't she hide the keys under her pillow," I mumble as a muscle in my back pulls from the strain of getting up.
I have searched every nook and cranny of this massive house for the keys to my grandmother's diaries. But I have only managed to find dust bunnies and some old financial documents. My latest search was underneath the old antique bed in my grandparent's bedroom, which was really my last hope.
I stand up straight a little too quickly, and my head spins a bit. I place my hand on the side table to steady myself, and as I do, I feel a cr
