The Beginning

Prologue

I always thought I was adopted.

It wasn't hard to tell; my parents had rich, olive skin and I'm whiter than Casper the Ghost. Of course, I didn't need to match their skin tone but I have naturally blonde hair, and my parents were both gifted with chocolate brown hair and deep brown eyes.

If I told you I was Spanish, you'd probably laugh.

I always thought about how I would react when my parents finally told me. I wanted to pretend to be shocked, I wanted to hear those two words so I could tell them that they will always be my parents, no matter what.

I wanted that moment. I wanted my life to be perfect and my parents to know that I'm their blood, even if I'm not.

It was my sixteenth birthday last week, and I thought they were going to tell me. They had spent the whole week before acting different and hiding around. I thought they had a massive present for me and were just trying hard to keep it a secret. They were never good at keeping secrets.

I came home from school early on Tuesday but found the house empty. I wasn't feeling too well and went into mum's room to look for panadol. I didn't mean to find my birth certificate on purpose, but it was there. I thought it would be the truth I was looking for, not the polar opposite.

"Denae Wilson... Mother: Franny Wilson... Father: Craig Wilson"

"This could mean anything!" I thought, but I wasn't sure. "Maybe this isn't mine?"

There could have been paperwork somewhere else, but there wasn't. I didn't know that at the time but when I couldn't find any after 20 minutes of investigating the room, I moved to Google. I'm not sure why I thought Google would have the answers, but it's like when you search your name on Google just to see all the results.

Maybe they just haven't finalised my adoption and were doing that now. Maybe that's why I can't find it.

I typed 'Denae Wilson' into the search bar and pressed Enter. Amongst all of the Twitter and Instagram pages, there were several facebook pages labelled "Find Denae". Danae Wilson could be anyone.

I know it's far fetched to believe it's me but, why would there be pages saying a girl with the same name, age and from almost the same area is missing? Why was my, or a random girl's, birth certificate stuffed in a draw?

I didn't think anything of it until I decided to message the page, their daughter went missing when she was two. I can't remember that far but I've never seen any baby pictures.

I spoke to my parents - If I was adopted, this would have been an easier conversation.

If I told you I was Spanish, you'd laugh, because I'm not Spanish.

And, my "parent's" were good at keeping secrets.

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