Stolen Life, Broken Heart

ing on the cold hospital floor, cr

as g

s "therapy" in a sen

es stared blankly, a p

phia Hayes, was marrying a man who

the imposter, the man Sop

d, not from the forgotten car cras

ller. It's Ryan Thorne

had stolen my name, m

hia convinced me I was "Ethan Miller

long-lost brother, a perfect mat

, my identity, my in

oy, was the only real thin

the imposter laughing ab

dored wasn't

knowing his claustrophobia, lock

ared. Dark."

outside, watc

needs to get over his issues. Besides, ho

it was too lat

im, the full tru

number I hadn't called in

my gaze fixed on the laughing faces

hey took my son. I w