Annabelle could stare wide-eyed, her mouth hanging open as his words continued ringing in her ears.

Tears ran down her cheeks, settling under her chin, but she refused to believe him.

How could she believe him? He was mistaking her late mom for someone else.

"That's not true, you don't know my mom," she whispered, trying to convince herself that he was telling lies, but she couldn't help the feeling that he was right.

"I don't care if you believe me, Annabelle, but I hate you just as I hate your mom. After throwing away my child, she went and got married as though she didn't know that I'd come...