After Selena was buried, my "recovery" picked up speed like a rocket.
Before New Year's Day rolled around, I could already hear perfectly and say a whole range of words.
In the weeks leading up to that, I told my biological parents every last detail of the hell I'd lived through.
I spilled every horror story about how my adoptive parents had abused me for years, and how Selena had bullied me nonstop every chance she got.
My biological dad was a tough, principled man through and through, and there was no way he was going to let that slide. He reported my adoptive parents to the police immediately, and pulled every single string he had to track them down.
Sure enough, he found them before long. He filed a lawsuit against them for intentionally swapping the two infants.
While they were
