I shook my head fiercely at my brother.
"I don't believe you!" I quickly ran up the stairs.
"Sydney!" He called after me, but I didn't look back.
As soon as I entered my room, I locked the door and cried alone on my bed. Now, I was crying not because of my pregnancy troubles but because of what my brother and the maids were saying – that we weren't really siblings.
If it's true that we're not siblings, why did he only tell me now? Is it because I got pregnant? It's so hard to believe, and it hurts to accept what my brother said about my parents abandoning me and him just picking me up."Dear," I heard Nana knocking on the door.
I didn't respond, just stayed lying down hugging the pillow, quietly crying. But soon enough, I heard the door gently opening, and moments later Nana sat on th
