“On my first day back with the Sterling family, their adopted daughter, Claire, dropped to her knees in front of me with an oxygen tank clutched to her side.

“Elena, I know you’re their real daughter.”

“If you think I stole the life that should’ve been yours, I can leave. I’m so sick anyway. I probably don’t have many years left.”

The second she finished speaking, tears spilled down her cheeks.

Before I could say a word, my biological mother, Victoria, rushed over and pulled her into her arms.

My older brother, Alexander, shot me a cold warning look.