Matthew
Emma is smiling at me, looking so sweet. But the eyes never lie. Her eyes look wild and give away the serene-looking appearance she is trying to sell. “Do I know you?” I ask, trying to feign innocence. I put my hands in my pants pocket and pretend to be relaxed. She doesn't answer, she just looks at me with that sickly sweet smile on her face.
“Who are you?” I ask again, and she frowns. “I am your mother, son. Your real mother,” she says softly. I see two men I don’t know, approaching behind her. They stop on either side of her and guard her protectively. “My mother’s name is Liz. I am sorry, but I don’t know who you are,” I say, pretending to play along.
“It figures they would lie to you. Your whole life has been a lie, Matthew. I am your mother, and you were stolen away from m
