My Identity Was Stolen

hering my face, the cheap floral scent fi

' s chilling hiss: "You crazy girl, how dare you

right just hours before, was end

n, standing on stage. But when I arrived at my family home for th

ardian' s daughter, wearing my dress, accepting cong

unded on the door, screaming, "Let me in!

sed, elegant young woman inside. Ms. Davis slapped me, shrieking,

owless storage room, and locked me in. Hou

lone, could you?" she whispere

e pushed

issolved into suff

streamed through a familiar window. I was

floral scent was gone.

e screen lit up with a date. It was the day

dead. I