She says I’m her daughter… She’s lying, right? My life was perfect—with a handsome, loving husband, a beautiful home and devoted family who gave me everything I could ever have wanted. Until she knocked on my door. There on the porch, I see a woman who looks just like me. I almost believe her when she says seven words that turn my world upside down: “I’m Sandra Steele. And I’m your mother.” She’s lying. She must be. My real mother died in a mysterious accident. But the police have started asking questions. And now this woman is here… was she involved? I go cold all over. She bites her lip, just like I do when I’m nervous. She knows things only a birth mother would know. But there are holes in her stories, and her accent doesn’t match where she says she’s from. I don’t trust her. But I already have a plan… I’ll get to know her. Pretend I don’t notice the little lies, so I can uncover the truth of who she is, and why she’s here. Because she’s hiding something… But so am I.