The Orphan Who Stole My Identity
Language: en
It was my seventh day back in my real family’s home when I saw the confession post. [The year my parents adopted me, I knew their real daughter was in the same orphanage. But I didn’t say anything. I was terrified of being left without a family, of being at the matron’s mercy again.] [Now my parents favor me and treat her poorly. The guilt is eating me alive. How can I ever make it up to her?] In my last life, when I discovered the poster was the girl who had taken my place, I dragged my useless right leg to confront her, my mind shattering. But that same night, she buckled under the…