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.

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

looking almost amused as she peeled a pomegranate. She

helped me. So I think you deserve to know where

chin. Years of being locked away had left her pale and much shorter than Fiona. Standing next to her, Amy looked like the timid little sister, her face almost identical to the fake Amy's,

I'm listening," Fiona said, leaning back against

is with

smile in Amy's eyes. Unlike the others, she

only growing, though she never let it show around her

I can take you to

Fiona replied

Fiona's car. The anxiety was almost too much-her whole body shaking, as

was burned into her bones.