Stolen Life, Broken Heart
ing on the cold hospital floor, cr
as g
s "therapy" in a sen
es stared blankly, a p
phia Hayes, was marrying a man who
the imposter, the man Sop
d, not from the forgotten car cras
ller. It's Ryan Thorne
had stolen my name, m
hia convinced me I was "Ethan Miller
long-lost brother, a perfect mat
, my identity, my in
oy, was the only real thin
the imposter laughing ab
dored wasn't
knowing his claustrophobia, lock
ared. Dark."
outside, watc
needs to get over his issues. Besides, ho
it was too lat
im, the full tru
number I hadn't called in
my gaze fixed on the laughing faces
hey took my son. I w