On the third night after I returned home, Annie struck up a conversation with me as we sat on the couch. Mom had fallen asleep. Half of the lights in the house had been extinguished.Annie sat on the couch in the living room, cradling a cup of coffee between her palms. She looked a little uneasy as she said, "Anna… About… About what happened when we were pups, I…"She couldn't bring herself to continue for a long time."I really didn't do it on purpose," she finally said, her voice much softer than usual."I only said that because I let my anger get the better of me when we were fighting at the time. I forgot about it later. I really did. Mom suddenly brought it up to me one day after you left. She explained that you were so obedient in the past because you believed that you were adopted. That's why…""Why what?" I asked when Annie paused."Why I felt that something was amiss. But I was only 12 at the time, Anna. Why would you believe the words of a 12-year-old?""Because Mom
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