Menagerie (2015)
“I tried to lean forward, staring intently through the one-way glass into the room where she sat, but again chains and cuffs held me painfully short of where I wanted to be.
However, the real trauma went much, much deeper. Brandon had been wrong—there really was a Delilah Marlow. But I wasn’t her.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to take it all in. Trying to understand.
I wasn’t my mother’s daughter.
That devastating revelation triggered a landslide of loss, leaving me crushed by the debris of my own life. I had no real name or family. No birthplace or birth date. No true identity. Added to the confiscation of everything I’d ever owned, that left me with nothing but a body I could no longer trust. Though according to Pennington, that was now owned by the state of Oklahoma.
This can’t be real.
What was I, if I had no name, no friends, no family, no job, no home, no belongings, and no authority over my own body?
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