Chapter 35

Jasmine

Finding Martha's door open, I barged into her room.

"Jasmine,'' Martha looked profusely surprised by my sudden arrival, hiding something into the trunk and quickly shutting it down to avoid my eyes.

"I am glad you have come back, how was your trip?" She smiled and walked over to me.

Despite noticing it, the elastic my attention went to the fact the woman who have never hidden anything from me tried keeping something away from my eyes.....or so I had thought that she had never hidden anything from me.

Thousands of questions bombard my head without any pause, the shattering feeling of everything being broken into pieces in the need of finding an answer that could solve the dilemma; The mess I was stuck in.

"Who am I, Martha?" Out of all questions, the one that left my mouth was this, my voice suppressed in the rage arising amidst all.

"What?" She asked, flabbergasted, "What are you talking about?"

"Who. AM. I?" I emphasized every word, the anger fighting to get out in the form