Samantha's P. O. V

When the first light of day hit the window, Jasmine was already sitting on the edge of the bed staring blankly at me, but that was the least of my concerns.

After Ryan told me a shocking secrete about my necklace a few months ago, I had already starred to suspect my birth mother wasn't a good person.

But after listening to Jasmines 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 worser than them.

I mean, even they know not hurt one of their own, so why did mine have to...