Aurelia's POV
The photo is stuck in my mind. I can’t stop seeing it. Julian’s stepmother is holding a baby.
The baby has my eyes. The baby looks just like me. But the name on the photo is blacked out. Someone used fire to burn the name. They didn’t want anyone to know who the baby is.
I sit on my bed and stare at the small key on my desk. It’s the key to my locker at school. I’m thinking hard about what to do next.
A voice in my head is loud Show Julian. He needs to know. He has a right to know the truth.
But then another thought comes. Can I really trust him? Right now my trust feels very weak. It’s like thin paper that could rip with just one small pull. Julian has been acting strange lately.
His eyes follow me everywhere. His hand stays on my shoulder a little too long. Part of
