When the day of court came I decided not to go. My real identity as Samantha Peterson was going to be used and afterall, what I did wasn't exactly legal, so I didn't want to risk it.
For all the court knew, I was two different people.
Instead, I arranged for my lawyer to be present in absence of Samantha, and Alexander and his lawyer, was present for Victoria and Quinton.
Quinton was slowly recovering in the hospital. It had been a few days and he would be let out any day now.
Despite being worried about his condition, his question still stuck to me from the first night I visited him.
Did he now call me Samantha or Victoria?
Truth be told, I didn't know who I was now.
Samantha was the old me. The scared, gullible little girl.
Victoria was the vengeance seeking me. The cold, unhappy
