Chapter 4

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I climb out of bed and watch the sun rise. I pull on my clothes and grab my phone. I think about the dream I had last night. I saw a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked like me, only older. She extended her arms towards me and I ran towards her. "My baby girl." She whispered, running her finger across my cheek before dissipating into the frosty night air. I woke up in a pool of sweat. Outside, a single star lit up a picture on my dresser that was never there before. It was a picture of a woman who looked looked like the woman in my dream holding a baby. I recognized Mrs. Cannas in the picture. There was a older woman with streaks of grey in her blonde hair. The younger woman seemed to be falling, her eyes half closed. That can't be my mother. She does look like me. And the older woman must be my grandmother. Mrs. Cannas never mentioned being present at my birth. Then why is she there? And why is my father not there?

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