Wish You'd Love Me
"You? You're my daughter? But… what about back then? Why did this happen? Why weren't you taken by the Gardners?"
I stretched, letting out a lazy yawn.
"Why? Because you were played."
My mother stared at me, her eyes wide in shock.
"I want to get the test again. I won't believe it. Where's Clarissa?"
I placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "They've already left. Wake up! Look at me—really look at me. Who do I look like? Don't you know in your heart?"
For the first time in 18 years, she truly looked at me. Her gaze was intense, focused, as if her mind was finally piecing things together. Slowly, my face seemed to merge with the one she remembered, her late husband's.
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