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.

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

need something?" Fiona asked, looking almost amused as she peeled a pomegranate.

because you helped me. So I think you deserve to know where the fake Amy

lifted her 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

Fiona said, leaning back against her

fake Amy is

was a subtle, satisfied smile in Amy's eyes. Unlike the others, she was fueled

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

I can take

Fiona replied with

too much-her whole body shaking, as if she was right

fear was burned into her bones. Even now,