Melody was in shock. Melanie—her sister? That couldn't be possible. She stared at her mother, disbelief etched across her face. Melanie had been stolen by her grandmother when they were little? But why would anyone do such a thing? Her grandmother because of some fight with her mother? Why? And more than that… how had she never known? Never remembered? How could she have lived all these years completely unaware that she even had a sister?
She understood that she was young and this was a possibility that she had no memory, but even so, she had never heard them mention her also.
Her voice trembled as she asked, "Mother, you're surely joking… right? This can't be true. How can this be true? Are you absolutely sure about this? Maybe it's just a strange coincidence. Maybe she and I really are just lookalikes. That happens, doesn't it? Just because we resemble each other, does it really mean she has to be my sister?"
