Chapter 40Claire's POV
For as long as I can remember, I've called Wendy and Hope mom and dad, but I always had a feeling that I couldn't fit in at this house, and even though Wendy and Hope seemed to be very nice to me, that kind of niceness always made me feel less real and less natural.
Especially in Lydia's presence, they would always favor me, and once Lydia was gone, their words were all in favor of Lydia.
I used to see pictures of Lydia as a baby and try to ask Wendy and Hope for pictures of me as a child, but in the pictures, I was alone, unlike Lydia's pictures that had Wendy and Hope with her. We didn't have a family photo until we were six years old.
I also asked why we didn't have a picture together, but Wendy told me that it was because of a theft a few years ago, and the t
