Mira's POV...
Accusing me of theft was a new low even for my birth-givers. My heart hurt.
She continued to go through what I had packed, removing whatever she recognized as Zoe's.
"She gave them to me!" I said hotly as I stared at the pile of clothes, beside her.
She ignored me and continued to go through my things. I watched helplessly. Dad stood aloof, and totally unconcerned as usual.
My tears had dried up long ago as I tried to convince my mother that most of the clothes she was taking away were mine.
Bought or given to me by my sister.
Instead she said.
"Oh well then, that's not a problem, I'll have Zoe, go through them and then we'll send the rest back to you."
"Zip up!" She ordered
After an hour of thoroughly going through every thing I had packed.
'Are you sure? I a
