The rebel woman was standing in front of the woman who had the possibility to be the imposter who ruined many lives. All of this came unexpectedly. The woman stared at Mrs. Peterson—she stared her down. She was still doubting what she had heard. She only wished that what she had recently heard was not the truth. This was her ‘angel’ at one time, she could most definitely be the terrible imposter. She had a friendly face, a sweet voice and a kind personality. It was impossible. “One of my guards says he saw your faces earlier this morning. He spotted you crawling out of the bush.” She then said to her guards, “bring him here.”
One guard nodded and ran off. There was a glaring silence. Mrs. Peterson would not dare say a word. She wanted to see how things folded out. At this point, the rebel
