She doesn't like me. She doesn't want me here. I knew this was too good to be true. I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up.
"Mom?" Calista says uncertainly, noticing the change in atmosphere. "What's wrong?"
Zeph's mother doesn't answer. She just keeps staring at me, her face pale, her hands trembling slightly. She takes a step forward, then another, moving slowly like she's in a trance.
"It can't be," she whispers, her voice shaking. "You look exactly like her. Exactly."
"Like who?" I ask, my voice small and scared.
She reaches out and touches my face gently, her fingers tracing my cheekbone, my jaw, my hair. Tears are forming in her eyes and I have no idea what's happening or why she's looking at me like I'm a ghost.
"Liana," she breathes. "You look exactly like Liana. My son's
