The Killer I Know Chapter 12

Her name was Natalie Morgan, my best friend at the orphanage.

She was a year younger than me, beautiful. I liked her from the moment I saw her.

So we became the best of friends at the orphanage. We were together every day, shared a room, inseparable.

Until I was 16, when Natalie's biological father tracked her down.

I remember that morning when Mrs. Jenkins came to tell her the news. Her father was currently abroad and would come to take her away in about a month.

She needed to provide a sample for DNA testing.

She was thrilled, and I was happy for her. We agreed to keep in touch through letters.

We decided to use the last letter of our names as a signature on the envelope and at the end of our letters, so we could identify each other.

But just a week before her father was supposed to pick her up, she was in a car accident while out buying toiletries.

Mrs. Jenkins told me the driver was a male student, and the scene was determined to be entirely Natalie's fault.

The driver came from an influential family and wasn't arrested.

Two days later, severely injured Natalie became comatose.

To avoid liability, the orphanage proposed that I impersonate Natalie.

Impersonate someone else's daughter? How could that be possible? Wouldn't her own father recognize his daughter?

Actually, her father had never seen her.

Natalie's mother abandoned her when she was 5, and she'd grown up in the orphanage ever since. Her father never knew she existed.

Now, the DNA test had confirmed the biological parent-child relationship, but the orphanage had only given her father a blurry photograph.

Natalie and I had the same height and hairstyle, and I knew everything about her.

I was the perfect person to impersonate her.

So five days later, I met my "father."

And I became the real Natalie Morgan.

I studied psychology abroad, and after returning home, I've been working at the hospital where I am now.

So my background is clean.