in that fire. You saved me. We were separated after—adopted by different families.” It couldn’t be true. But when I searched my dad’s office, I found hidden documents—evidence of a lawsuit about the fire. Turns out, my adoptive parents had owned the building. Their negligence had caused the fire. They,
didn’t adopt me out of love—they did it to avoid being sued. I confronted them. “You took me in because you felt guilty?” I asked. Dad couldn’t deny it. I packed a bag and left. Daniel welcomed me with open arms. “They stole you from me,” he said. I didn’t know what my future held, but for the first time in my life, I knew who I really was—and I wasn’talone anymore,