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*** Nothing could prepare me for the calamitous turn which the night took. As I sat alone in the room and watched the dark clouds swarming overhead, I felt like a wounded animal who had crawled into a hole and was going to die in there. Five years. Five whole years had gone by. And yet for me, it was like five minutes. I couldn’t believe it, and it was simply one of those things that no matter how much you try to wrap your head around it, it simply didn’t make any sense. Morgana - the woman who believed I was her daughter - came to check on me several times afterwards. We hadn’t really spoken since she revealed what had happened to me, and it seemed she was finally coming round to the idea that I might be her daughter after all. The awkwardness still hung in the air, and she couldn’