I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. My heart pounded as I slipped back into the bathroom, pressing the earpiece deeper to make sure I didn't miss a word of Dylan and Imogen's conversation. Their voices came through crystal clear—a gift from Nathaniel that was proving more valuable than I could have imagined.
"Who the hell is Keira?" Dylan was saying, his voice shaking with rage.
There was a pause before Imogen spoke. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't play dumb with me," Dylan snarled. "I found the documents in your mother's safe. Birth certificates, hospital records—everything. You stole Juliana's identity, didn't you? But that wasn't enough. You had to take something else from her too."
My breath caught. What was he talking about? What else could Imogen have possibly stolen from me?
"You're delusional," Imogen hissed. "This is exactly why no one will believe anything you say."
