The Twin They Tried To Erase: My Mother's Million-Dollar Lie

cause I fell, or forgot the choreography, or got sick. No, this time, it was bec

abbing at her dry eyes with a tissue. She

voice full of fake sympathy for the benefit of the two detectives a

ct of my ruin, playing the p

om a security camera. A girl who looked exactly like me was stuffing cash from a donation box into her bag. The

e. Multiple witnesses saw you. Then the cash box, containing over five thousand dollars, went missing. We fo

at home, stretching, practicing, mentally preparing

he's been under so much pressure. These auditions... th

allerina daughter, cracking under the strain and steal

added, reading from a notepad. "She says she spoke to you right before the money disap

were old friends from their showgirl da

reputation was destroyed. My life as a balle

, of bleeding toes, of smiling through the pain. And for what? To be s

kind of calm that comes when you ha

mother's perfectly performed

y eyes locking with

my voice suddenly clea

ine shock for a split second

back. "You'r

n. A thief. I'm mentally unstable from the pres

eyes. This wasn't going according to her script. She

y hands out. "So, arr

standards and silent cruelties, could burn. My mo

I wasn't Jocelyn the f

e entirely. And I