Nadine's P.O.V.
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"Everything that I know about your real mom is in there," Shooter said, gesturing to the shoe-box in my hands.
I looked down as I lifted the lid. My heart was pounding, and my hands were sweating. I almost wish Calix was here to hold my hand.
There wasn't much inside the box. A few strips of paper. My original birth certificate. A piece of leather with a club's logo that I don't know. And a couple of pictures.
The pictures were all the same woman. Shooter wasn't in any of them and I didn't recognize anyone who was. The woman looked familiar but only because I saw myself in her. Same blonde hair and smile. We're even shaped the same. But she had different eyes.
"Her name was Bree, but everyone called her Sugar," Shooter told me. "She
