In plain sight

People always say your twenties are for self-discovery. Apparently, mine just involved discovering I'd been stolen.

Not metaphorically. Not in the "I lost myself after Chad cheated on me with a yoga instructor named Misty" kind of way. I mean literally. Baby-napped. Illegally acquired. Ripped from one family and gift-wrapped into another, without so much as a receipt.

Of course, I didn't know that then.

Back then, I was still the same girl who thought her biggest problem was forgetting her reusable grocery bags. Who believed her mother's anxiety and her father's long silences were just quirks, not the weight of a lie pressing on their chests for twenty-four years.

And yes, there's a guy. There's always a guy. But everything I thought I knew about love, family, and who I am got shattered into a thousand tiny pieces-each one sharp enough to draw blood.
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Note: Theo James likeness is used only for name and appearance but this is not a fanfiction more like an AU

TRIGGER WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, trauma, depression, self-harm.

(Might be more to come as this is a work in progress but will update as I go)