I'm meeting her parents tomorrow.
I let out a laugh as I paced across my room, trying to figure out a way to escape it but I couldn't come up with anything. It was bound to happen soon, but I wasn't expecting it to be so soon—but it only makes sense considering the daughter they thought was dead suddenly came back.
I went through everything Curtis had told me about Marcella. Although he said I shouldn't try to act like Marcella and just be me, it sounded like advice I shouldn't take. We're talking about family. If there's anything who'd immediately point me out as a fake? It was them.
What would I say when we met? How was I supposed to react? Was I supposed to hug them or be hesitant?
A knock on the door broke me out of my spiraling thoughts. I hurriedly rushed over to open the doo
