#Chapter 558: Lookalike

Olivia I felt as though the ground had opened up beneath my feet, swallowing me into a chasm of nothingness. Maybe I was having a nightmare—yes, that had to be it. But when I reached out and gripped the edge of the table, only to find that it was as infallible and grounding as ever, I knew that it had to be real. “I… I can’t…” The words caught in my throat as my gaze flickered between Freya and Clarissa—this woman who I had had some sort of strange connection with, only to discover that she was somehow my late mother. “How is this possible?” Clarissa—no, Giselle, my mother—seemed to share in my bewilderment. “I understand your confusion, Olivia,” she said softly. “Everything that Freya—my sister—just told you is purely thanks to some scrying work that she was able to accomplish. My amnesia is still intact.” “So you can’t remember the truth,” I said. She paused, drawing in a fortifying breath before continuing. “All I know is that I was taken,” she murmured. “Brought i