Zoey
I was feeling so down when Rayden stormed out of the house. I don't get why he's blaming me for something I didn't do. Does that mean he had a child? How could I have caused harm to his son? Even his twin is convinced that I'm responsible for his son's death.
I was curled up in a corner of my room, not even thinking about my hunger pangs because of the heavy weight on my heart.
I'm questioning my own identity. What have I done in the past? And why does Rayden look at me with such disdain? Have I wronged him so much that he despises me like this? I need to delve into my past to find some answers.
I grabbed my phone and dialed Aunt Hilda's number.
She picked up right away.
''Why are you calling, dear?'' Aunt Hilda inquired on the other end.
''Auntie, who am I really? What have I
