"What are you doing here child? Weren't you drowned?" Mrs. Hanson's tone was cold and nonchalant as she turned to re-enter the mansion. "Leave now and I'll pretend you never came. I'm still mourning my husband." She said with a sigh.
Laura's fists clenched beside her. She couldn't believe her ears. This was the first time her mother had directly spoken to her and not through a messenger yet—
No—this woman was not her mother.
The affection Laura felt for her son, Freddie was far too great that she couldn't understand why a mother would treat her child any less. The answer was obvious.
"You're not my real mother, are you?" Laura blurted out, her heart racing for an answer. Deep down, she'd always felt as though something was wrong.
They made her feel as though she was the problem—but
