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BLAIR’S POV

“Who are you?” I finally pushed the door, questioning her last statement.

She seemed shock to see me, and looking at her guilty face, confirmed a lot to me.

“Start talking, you lying, deceitful serpent,” I yelled,

“Blair, I would not have you speak to me like that, I am your mother!” she yelled back,

“No, you’re not,” I replied.

“Jane,” I called, “or is that even your real name?” I queried.

She walked past me and right out of the room.

Her words definitely left an impression on my heart, one I wasn’t going to let go of anytime soon, or ever.

I began to ransack the room, finding something on this woman, who I was now sure was an imposter.

In a short while, my mother was on her way back, aggressive with her footsteps. I had nothing on her yet, so I hurried to the door, locking it shut, leaving her outside.

“You little brat! Open this door!” She kept yelling and banging the door continuously.

“Not until I know exactly who you are and what your aim is in this house