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Chapters (47)
  1. Half Title
  2. Dedication
  3. Title Page
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-One
  45. Chapter Forty-Two
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Acknowledgments

As furious as I am at him for what he did to us, this part rings true for me. I liked our life. But it doesn’t change the fact that none of it was based on reality.

“I thought that it was behind us, then the college applications started happening.”

And there it is. The real reason we’re in this position.

“Oh, so first it’s my fault you took me and now it’s my fault you got caught?”

“No!” He holds up his hands. “No, not at all. My love for you made me do something foolish. My fear of what your mother was going to do kept me driving. This is all on me, and I’ve been running from that mistake ever since. I should’ve told you. I should’ve done a lot of things. But now the truth is finally out and I’m going to take responsibility for my actions. All I can say is that I’m so sorry, Ally.”

“Don’t you mean you’re sorry, Amanda?” I don’t feel like an Amanda. But in this moment I want to punish him as much as I feel I’m being punished.

“Amanda …” He looks off in the distance as if he forgot that was my real name. “We called you Mandy. I thought I could easily switch you to Ally without you asking too many questions.”

Now questions were all I had.

“Didn’t I ask about my mother, miss my other family?”

“You were so young,” he says. “You did ask about her at first, but then as time went on, you adjusted.”

“By ‘adjusted’ don’t you mean you told me she was dead.”

He flinches.

“She’s alive. She wants to talk to me.”

This surprises him. “You haven’t talked to her yet?”

I return his question with a glare. How could he think that it would be so easy for me to go from thinking I don’t have a mom to being totally cool talking to her?

“Honey, you should. She really loves you. I’m sick thinking about what I did to her.”

“What you did to her? What about what you did to me?”

Tears begin streaming down his face. “I know. I know. This is all my fault. I’m so sorry.”

“You keep saying that. Everybody keeps apologizing to me, but it doesn’t fix anything. Is saying sorry going to change the fact that the past fifteen years of my life have been one big lie?” My entire body is vibrating with anger and frustration.

“Ally Bean—”

“Don’t you dare Ally Bean me,” I spit out.

“I’m sorry. I’m going to make this right, please believe me. I’m not lying anymore. I’m going to serve my time. The only thing I hope you can do is forgive me. Can you forgive me?”