That’s right. The world knows I stole my twin’s identity and that I’m really Julie Chan. And you would never guess who exposed me. Iz. Yep. That Iz. Isla motherfucking Harris. After I saved her ass from those psychopaths and prevented her from being a murderer—from being murdered—she ratted on me while I was passed out. She claimed she overheard the girls calling me Julie in some cult ritual, and it didn’t take long for the authorities to piece two and two together. A part of me wants to be angry at her betrayal. But after all I’ve gone through, the blood on my hands, I’m too resigned to feel
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