“If you hadn’t come back, those things would’ve belonged to Kinsey anyway.”
She’d heard those lines so many times they might as well have been engraved into her skull.
What they all conveniently forgot was that if Kinsey hadn’t been switched at birth, Kenzie would’ve been the Lundbergs’ real daughter.
Those things should’ve been hers from the very beginning.
She was just trying to take back what was already hers!
Yet in everyone else’s eyes, she was stealing from Kinsey.
Kendrick’s voice dragged her back to reality.
“Dude, it’s just a contract,” he said impatiently. “Hurry up and sign it. We still have to take Kinsey out for her birthday.”
Colton didn’t hesitate this time. He picked up the pen and signed his name at the bottom of the last page just like that.
Kinsey was immediately ushered away like royalty, surrounded on all sides, fussed over like a precious little princess.
For more than ten years, they had remembered only one thing. Today was Kinsey’s birthday.
They had completely forgotten something else. It was Kenzie’s birthday, too.
She knew it wasn’t that they didn’t remember. They simply didn’t care enough to celebrate her.
She used to wait anyway.
Now, she didn’t.