She Wore My Life. I Made Her Watch Me Take It Back.

She told everyone I was the housekeeper's awkward stepdaughter. I let her. For seventeen years I wore her hand-me-downs, slept in the servants' wing, and believed my own parents hated me. The night before the SATs, she made me one final glass of warm milk. I died with the taste of betrayal in my mouth — and woke up exactly one year earlier. This time, I'm the one with the recipe.

She told everyone I was the housekeeper's awkward stepdaughter. I let her. For seventeen years I wore her hand-me-downs, slept in the servants' wing, and believed my own parents hated me. The night before the SATs, she made me one final glass of warm milk. I died with the taste of betrayal in my mouth — and woke up exactly one year earlier. This time, I'm the one with the recipe.