Amelia’s POV
Damien and I had to split the girls up to calm them down, but even when we did so, the girls were still mad at each other and at us. Neither would talk. Damien had arrived before me, and I asked him if anything was said. He didn’t answer.
Eventually, the girls went to sleep, and as I had no need to be around Damien anymore, I returned to my own room – the guest room – and closed and locked the door.
While I loved my daughters dearly – and Stacy was my daughter still, whether by blood or no – I still needed to process my feelings, so I didn’t mind having some time to myself.
With the exception of my children, everyone I had grown to love had lied to me. Jake and my parents lied when they called me Annette and convinced me I had always lived with them. They didn’t let me kn
