My dad slapped me on his birthday. “what kind of w…

had a daughter, Laura said. She drowned in their backyard pool. She was eight. They were at a party. Left her home alone. My stomach turned. You look like her, Laura said gently. That’s why they chose you. The photo album, the pink room, the clothes that didn’t fit. I wasn’t Megan Owens. I was a replacement for a dead girl. We need to prove she’s really continue reading …