Despite Molly's best efforts to mimic the other girl, she was still not convincing enough.
No, not enough.
Kailey would always say, "Not quite right. You still don't look enough like her. You have to try harder."
How could a six-year-old possibly become a master actress overnight?
Molly was often beaten until she'd scramble away, clutching her head, hiding under the bed.
She wouldn't dare come out until Kailey had left.
'Mia probably never has to suffer like this at home,' Molly thought.
One afternoon, Molly heard Mia's cries from a distance.
Clinging to her mother, Mia sobbed, "I don't want to go to camp. I don't want to go to camp, I don't want to..."
Caroline—the woman Molly would soon have to call "Mom"—held her daughter close, her expression heartbroken as she looked back at
