“I know you’re not my Penny.” My eyes snap to hers, my heart drops down into my kneecaps. “Excuse me?” “I’ve known all along.” I start to clear my throat but can’t; my entire body has dried up and petrified. “I . . . ,” I begin, but nothing else comes out. “She’s my daughter,” she adds, her voice settling into a cool pace that wavers against the threat of tears. “I knew the moment she became something else . . . when she became you.”
