HANNAH’S POV:"No," I said, my voice rising. "No, that's not true. You're lying. This is just another sick game you're playing. You don't have to make up stories. You can just say I was difficult when you gave birth to me, or that I broke something valuable, or that I reminded you of someone you hated. But that? That isn't true. It can't be true."Janet laughed softly, a sound that made my skin crawl. She looked at me with mock pity. "Oh, but it is very true, Hannah. Every single word."My mother continued as though she were reciting something she'd memorized long ago, something she'd rehearsed in her mind a thousand times."Twenty-four years ago," she began, her voice steady and detached, "your real parents were involved in a fatal car accident. A terrible, violent crash. We were driving behind them when it happened. I saw the whole thing with my own eyes."My ears started ringing as she spoke. The room felt like it was tilting."The car flipped multiple times before finally stopping
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