Trisha curled her feet under her as she sat in a chair in her living room, mindful of the coffee she held. She was hoping it would warm her. She'd been so cold. Bone deep cold.

Her life was a nightmare. Though she had no recollection of those early years with her birth mother, hearing about her past from Karen Fox had been jarring. She glanced at her parents sitting on the couch. They had made mistakes, monumental ones, while raising her and keeping this secret. But she was ...