Chapter 19

But he fooled all of us. He played his part well. No one suspected him of anything. No one would even think I was kidnapped. I sure as hell wasn't treated like I was a victim.

He loved me. I know for a fact that he loved me. It may have been an act in the beginning; but I know that it wasn't an act when he died. Honestly, I don't care how this all started. Anthony Reynolds raised me. He loved me. He cared for me. He's my father. Not biologically, but he's the closest thing I ever had to a dad.

I mentally slapped myself. "Why do I even believe her?" I muttered. She didn't have any proof. For all I know, Stewart could be in on her lie.

"You believe her because she's your mom" a voice informed me. I shrieked and grabbed something. I put it in front of me as a shield. The same voiced chuckled. "Why would you use a pillow to protect yourself?" he questioned amusedly.