The state trooper's words hung heavy in my living room: "Ms. Johns, your parents are dead." For twenty years, I'd worn the cloak of grief silently, sacrificing everything to raise my baby sister, Stella. I watched my savings turn into her Wall Street fortune, celebrated her success, and then I saw them. Barney and Debra, my "dead" parents, alive and smiling, introducing my sister Stella to their "true son," Wesley. They casually revealed the baby swap, abandoning me as a mere tool, meant for a life of luxury with their golden child. My world shattered as Stella, my everything, stood by silently while I was dragged away, left for dead in a dark alley. The cold metal pressed against my head; the last thing I saw was Stella turning back to the party. Now, the trooper stood before me again, delivering the same news, but this time, the baby crying in the next room was Gabrielle, my real sister. This time, my stomach didn't churn with grief, but with unyielding rage. I let a single, calculated tear roll down my cheek, a perfect performance. "My parents... oh god, my parents..." I whispered, ready to reclaim everything they stole.
The state trooper's words hung heavy in my living room: "Ms. Johns, your parents are dead."
For twenty years, I'd worn the cloak of grief silently, sacrificing everything to raise my baby sister, Stella.
I watched my savings turn into her Wall Street fortune, celebrated her success, and then I saw them.
Barney and Debra, my "dead" parents, alive and smiling, introducing my sister Stella to their "true son," Wesley.
They casually revealed the baby swap, abandoning me as a mere tool, meant for a life of luxury with their golden child.
My world shattered as Stella, my everything, stood by silently while I was dragged away, left for dead in a dark alley.
The cold metal pressed against my head; the last thing I saw was Stella turning back to the party.
Now, the trooper stood before me again, delivering the same news, but this time, the baby crying in the next room was Gabrielle, my real sister.
This time, my stomach didn't churn with grief, but with unyielding rage.
I let a single, calculated tear roll down my cheek, a perfect performance.
"My parents... oh god, my parents..." I whispered, ready to reclaim everything they stole.
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