Katelyn’s POV

It had been a week.

Seven days since the hospital. Seven days since I discovered that I wasn’t Marcus’s daughter. That I wasn’t Barbara’s. That I had no idea who I was.

Each morning, I woke up hoping that maybe, just maybe it had all been a fever dream. That the truth would dissolve with sleep. But it never did. The reality clung to me like a cold mist, seeping into everything.

So I stayed indoors.

I didn’t speak much. I didn’t eat much. The world outside moved on, ...