Leena. Three years later.“Mom, that Scott boy keeps pestering me. I don’t like him,” my daughter Revna whined as my driver took her to school. It was her second week there, and she kept talking about some kid named Scott who wouldn’t leave her alone. “It just means he likes you honey,” I tried to be patient, flipping through my schedule for the day. Revna huffed, crossing her arms. She looked like a cute bunny, with her bright blue eyes. My best friend Genna…at least that’s who she told me she was, said she really looked like her father. But whenever I asked who her father was, she would smile apologetically and shut off. I never understood it, but I was comfortable with my life enough to not care. Now, I run my own company, a bakery, and I was a full time model too. My popularity has grown a lot over the years, especially since my accident two years ago. I can’t remember anything from before then, not even the accident itself. The doctors claimed my memory would return, but it
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