Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

If they cared so much about the fake Amy, then Amy was determined not to give them what they wanted.

She was their real daughter. Yet not only did they resent her, they treated her like she was less than nothing.

Why should she have to put up with that?

They'd always known she was trapped in the basement, controlled by the fake Amy. Not once did they bother to check on her-not even a glance of concern. Even now, they were putting on a show: one acting angry, the other pretending to be upset, as if they were the ones who'd been wronged.

Amy picked up her pace, hurrying after Fiona. If she had to pick a side, she definitely wasn't about to risk everything like her parents had. That was not happening.

Besides, Fiona's family, the Stonnells, were way more powerful than the Gregorys could ever handle.

And, honestly, Fiona couldn't stand the fake Amy either.

"Ms. Fiona! Wait up!" Amy called.

up, breathless, stopping just an arm's length from Fiona. Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, and

it? Abby, do you need something?" Fiona asked, looking almost amused as she peeled a pomegranate. She popped

managed to get out because you helped me. So

to her, Amy looked like the timid little sister, her face almost

listening," Fiona said, leaning back against her car, still peeling the

Amy is with

Unlike the others, she

all along that Amy's resentment was only growing, though she never let it show around her parents. This was the

Fiona, I can take

Fiona replied with

she climbed into Fiona's car. The anxiety was almost too

but the fear was burned into her