Samantha's P. O. V

Jasmine sat on the edge of the bed staring blankly at me, even as I pretended to be asleep, but that wasn't what bothered me the most.

After Ryan told me a shocking secret about my necklace a few weeks ago, I had already started to suspect that my birth mother wasn't a good person.

But then listening to Jasmine's confession, I didn't know whether to feel angry or terrified by the fact that someone who clearly wasn't a monster could actually be worse than one.

I mean, even they know not to hurt their own flesh and blood, so why did mine have to be...