Zyra's pov~“Everything you know about your life is probably a lie.” The woman says it like she is trying to soften the impact. It doesn’t work at all. I stare at her across the table, waiting for something else to follow that will make it make sense. There’s a file sitting in front of her with my name is written on it.Zyra Voss. I’ve seen it written before on school forms and old report cards. It never meant anything more than identification. Now it feels like there might be another use for it. “I know this is a lot,” she continues gently. “But we’re going to walk through it step by step, okay?” Can she speak faster or something? I don’t answer. She waits like she expects me to. When I don’t, she exhales quietly and opens the file. “You were placed with your foster parents when you were three years old,” she says. “At the time, it was recorded as a standard placement.”Her eyes flick up to mine, watching my reaction. “However,” she continues, her voice tighten
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