8: Part 2

"Why not?" Olivia asked, her tone calm and quiet as if she knew we would eventually go on with this.

I shook my head at her, turning around and pressing my back to the window to remind myself of where I really stand in this. "This is so wrong. I can't just go with this. The old lady is mistaken. I'm not her daughter. And I can't cheat them by acting like their real daughter. I don't even know how she behaves. I just can't, Olivia. If anyone gets to know about this, we're so screwed."

"B-But no one will know if we don't talk about this. Julie, it's not our fault that they kidnapped us. They must be the one apologizing to us. And it's for the good. Didn't you see how happy you made them? They think you're their daughter. Can't you even do this little thing of pretending to keep them happy for a bit? Imagine how heartbroken they will be if they know you're not their daughter," Olivia gasped dramatically, putting her hand on her chest. But I knew that wasn't the thing she