“You know why we’re here,” my mother snarls, inching closer to me. “You thought a little hair dye and a change of name could hide you forever? Please.” “Who’s this, Smith?” Jude’s voice joins in from behind me. My pulse jumps. “Smith,” my mother spits out, as if the word disgusted her. “You have these people fooled, don’t you? Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ll let them know exactly who they’re dealing with.”
