They Stole My Name and My Life

At the entrance to the train station, the gate stopped me. My ID wouldn't pull up any ticket.

Mom glanced back at me.

"Oh, you. When I was booking, I couldn't remember your name for a second, so I forgot to buy yours."

"Just buy your own."

I forced a smile and nodded.

Ever since Gwyneth Sullivan was found six years ago, I, the swapped adopted daughter, had become the invisible one in this house, the one who wasn't even worthy of a name.

Because Gwyneth said my name had been hers to begin with.