“I broke no laws, including hacking your medical files.” “Did you happen upon my medical charts while you were invading my privacy and breaking the law to do so?” Okay, so when I was rehearsing all this, never did I plan to face down the FBI. And I’ve run facial recognition software not even close.” That’s the shit I’ve been rehearsing, preparing for the day when someone called me out. It was a miracle I survived, and I didn’t take it for granted.” New name, new life, new choices, and a healthier mentality. I was a sixteen-year-old kid back then, angry without a cause. My name was legally changed, and I got sober, made some real life decisions. “Ten years ago, I was a different person. She’s purposely referring to Kennedy as a separate person from me. Her wounds were ruled as fatal, but she miraculously survived. “Ten years ago, Kennedy Carlyle was in a car accident because she was high as a kite. Slowly, I open it back up, arching an eyebrow. I start to shut the door, but she slams her foot in the crack and stops it from shutting. But by all means, go ahead and make yourself look like a crazy jealous girl.” As for stealing a dead girl’s identity, that’s a false accusation. Tell him some lying bitch has been playing him like a fiddle.” “You always so thoroughly invasive with a friend’s girlfriend, or am I just special?” I ask the girl in front of me, keeping my tone cool and aloof. I’ve prepared for this, just not to this extent and with someone close to Logan. I know without a doubt my inner panic isn’t showing on the surface. My mind races through a thousand scenarios, wondering how much she knows. “Tell me why the hell you stole the identity of a dead girl.” “Actually, you make this quick,” she says flatly. She thrusts it at me, and my blood pumps quickly through my veins as I flip it open to see my worst fears starting to come to life. “I’ll make this quick,” she tells me, holding up a file. Her eyes light up in surprise, and she jerks her phone out from her pocket, cursing when she reads something.
“Shouldn’t you be in DC? Heard the Boogeyman dropped another body.” “Okay.” I shrug, letting her know that name holds no importance. Her name sounds vaguely familiar, though I’m not sure why. To be fair, they probably never would have condoned me stealing another girl’s identity, taking her inheritance, and using it to get some very disturbing revenge on all the men who scarred me for life.įive minutes ago, my world was just fine-well, for me it was fine. Neither are my parents and all their words of wisdom. Neither of the dead wise men are helping me out right now. My father was an Einstein man when everything was crashing down on him. My mother was a Confucius woman when she needed some motivational words. Real knowledge is to know the extent of one’s ignorance.
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