"Your mother, Evelyn, never abandoned you. When she realized the babies had been switched, she chased after Robert's car that same night and was involved in a crash. She's been in a coma for 22 years. She woke up 3 days ago."
Arthur took my hand, and his tears finally fell.
"Her first words were to ask where her daughter was. And the crash wasn't an accident."
Evelyn was staying on the top floor of Sterling Medical Center.
When I entered her room, she was propped against the pillows, looking through the few photographs she had of my childhood.
There weren't many.
In the Foster family's portraits, I always stood at the edge. At Vanessa's birthday parties, I held the cake. Whenever my birthday came around, I was told, "You're twins. Celebrate together and stop being difficult."
At the
