While I was on vacation with my cousins, my phone lit up with one message: “Get on a plane home. Don’t tell your parents you’re coming.” When I landed, an attorney and two investigators

you kept me?”

She covered her face.

Martin’s voice dropped low. “We saved you.”

I looked at him. “My name was Natalie.”

He froze.

Elaine made a small sound.

I saw it then—the final collapse of the lie. They knew exactly who I was.

Martin moved toward me. “Who told you that?”

I reached into my jacket and touched the recorder, needing to make sure it was still continue reading …