Anastasia's POV Mia emerges from the dressing room in her new jacket, cutting off our conversation. She spins around, the jacket flaring out. "What do you think?""I think you look perfect," I tell her, forcing brightness into my voice.After we pay for our purchases, we head to the food court for lunch. Mia gets pizza, Felicity gets a salad, and I get pasta that I mostly just push around on my plate."Mom, you're not eating," Mia observes."I'm just not very hungry, sweetheart.""Are you sick?""No, I'm fine. Just distracted."She seems to accept this and returns to her pizza. But Felicity gives me a knowing look that says we'll be talking about this later.After lunch, we wander through more stores. I'm in the middle of browsing a rack of scarves when I feel it— that prickling sensation of being watched. I turn slowly, scanning the crowd.And then I see them.Mr. and Mrs. Campbell. My parents. The people who raised me for twenty-three years and then threw me away like garbage.They
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