No, she's not your mother.
The words are ringing in my head over and over again as I rush to the staircase. I'm blinking rapidly to keep the angry tears at bay, and I don't look back even when James begs me to.
I push my bedroom door open and I bolt it behind me before I slump on the bed. I don't even bother turning the lights on.
I bury my face in the pillow, and I cry like I've never done before.
My entire life has been a lie. My dad is not dead and my mom is not actually my Mom. My cousin is not really my cousin and my existence doesn't even make sense. Everything that I knew about myself, everything that I clung to in my short twenty years has all been one fat lie.
Only one thing makes sense; Gina's unhidden distaste for me.
I cry until my eyes are puffy and achy. My voice go
