Chapter 413

• Sandra stood across from her, holding the DNA report. She read it again and again not believing what she was seeing. She was not someone who would not notice something however small it was, not noticing something as big as this was beyond her understanding.
• Her fingers began to shake, shock struck her so deeply that her chest tightened. The truth felt unreal, cruel, and unforgiving. The child Natasha raised was not hers. The real daughter had been stolen, misplaced, and made to suffer while the wrong girl lived in comfort.
• “This is madness,” Sandra whispered.