My adoptive mother was a well-known designer, but she had never appeared publicly online.
Liora looked exactly like her, yet our families had never met, and Liora and I had never gone to the same school. There was no way they could have crossed paths.
'So how had she known?'
I was going to the capital soon, and could not watch over my birth parents.
If Liora decided to turn her tricks on them, they would fall for it easily. I had no problem planting a seed of doubt.
On the way home, my parents said nothing.
Only once we were inside did my mother frown and ask, "When did she find out she was not ours?"
My father sat down and said dryly, "Who knows? The Nordstrom family is wealthy, maybe she just wanted to be an heiress."
I stayed quiet. I had seen her clothes in the wardrobe, all hi
