A Case of Mistaken Identity, Part 6

You can read part 5 here.

The sky outside my cell is lightening. I can feel Death approaching, hastening his footsteps. It won’t be long now. If I’m going to finish my story, I’d best get on with it…

Needless to say, my childhood in that house was miserable. My true mother never did come to rescue me. Neither did mirror-Eugene return to tell me it had all been a cruel joke. I held onto this foolish hope for at least seven days, staying up late into the night, staring at the inside of my new clo...