"How long are you going to keep lying to me?"
"My daughter is safe at home. She hasn't left my sight in ten years. She has a happy family now, and she's pregnant."
"You honestly don't think a lie like that sounds ridiculous?"
My fury startled her.
She stood frozen for a long time, then without a second of hesitation, pulled two strands of hair from her own head and held them out to me.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
I already knew.
But she still wrote it down.
"If you don't believe me, I'll go with you for a DNA test."
When the results came back, I stood there holding the report and my hands wouldn't stop shaking.
I couldn't think straight.
Right there in black and white—the blind girl's DNA matched mine. She was my biological daughter.
I'd also had them run a fingerprint comparison while they were at it.
The fingerprints were a perfect match for Emma Sullivan.
My eyes went red on the spot. "What the hell is going on?"
The blind girl wept as her pen tore across the paper.
"Mom, just listen to me. Please, just listen."
"The day after the national college entrance exam, I went to summer camp—and someone grabbed me. They put someone else in my place."