I was fucking kidnapped by my mother’s kidnapper’s sister, Lizbeth—or fucking Blythe, when I was three. My mother’s kidnapper, Sebastian, was my father’s illegitimate half-brother, and from there shit just gets thicker. So when my brother Rome suggests to, ‘Let sleeping dogs lie’, I agree one hundred thousand percent. I see no reason for my two lives to ever cross. Other than answering the police and news reporter’s questions directly, there was no mention of any other details. They never asked, thankfully. And I never told. My parents, Rome, and the rest of my family welcomed me with open arms and as is, a recovering addict, but Roman and Mac Payne’s daughter none the less. I was where I belonged. And everyone made sure I knew it. The evening I was discharged from The Seattle Center, Payne Manor was lit up like a Christmas tree and overflowing with friends and family present to welcome me back home.
