When I looked in the mirror, I hardly recognized myself. Alice, young newlywed, fitness influencer, wealthy, stunning, a big ring on my finger. Not little Paige, abused child who watched my father kill my mother while I hid in a closet; not the foster kid whose clothes were always borrowed, donated, or given, never her own, who went to bed at night praying that the door to her room wouldn’t open; not the teenager who was emancipated from the foster care system with nowhere to go and was taken in by Maxine just by sheer luck—or where would I have wound up?
