Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1261

"Minnie, time to wake up. You need to get ready for school."

The voice of a middle-aged woman outside the door pulled Mira from her thoughts.

Right. The original owner of this body was a high school sophomore.

"Minnie" was her affectionate nickname here. The woman calling her was Sarah Creed, her adoptive mother in this life.

Since she was here, she might as well make the best of it. Whatever her current identity was, a second chance at life was something to be cherished.

"I'm up, Mom!"

The response didn't come from a conscious thought; it was the ingrained, instinctual reaction of the body she now inhabited.

Mira slipped into her sapphire-blue school uniform. When she opened her door, a basin of warm water was already waiting for her on the washstand.

"Hurry up and wash your face and brush your hair. It's getting late."

"Okay."

As Mira looked up, she froze. That was Mara's adoptive mother!

Yes, without a doubt. In her past life, this couple had traveled to the Mercer estate to visit Mara, and Mira had been home. She distinctly recalled the look of absolute disdain on Mara's face when she saw them.

The couple had never visited again after that.

If she was growing up with Mara's former adoptive parents, where was Mara? Was she living with the Mercers? Had she and Mara never been switched as babies?

When Lacey gave birth, did Sebastian never travel to Melvion City? Was that why the babies weren't switched? Or had Fiona and Adrian executed a different swap?

It was made from fresh, free-range eggs. The family only kept a handful of chickens, and every egg laid was either fed directly to Mira or carefully saved up to be sold in town.

After breakfast, her mother handed her a thermos, two pieces of Rustic Flatbread, a hard-boiled egg, and a small container of pickled vegetables. "Don't forget this, or you'll go hungry at lunchtime."

Mira took the food and packed it into her school bag. Just as she swung the bag onto her shoulder, a voice called out from the courtyard.

"Minnie, are you ready?"

Mira looked toward the door and saw a tall, lanky teenage boy walk in. He had a sun-kissed complexion and sharp, bright eyes.

His messy, untamed hair made him look like one of the local Sidewalk Sharks when he wasn't in his uniform. But that exact rough-around-the-edges vibe kept bullies at bay and allowed him to protect Mira.

It was Ryan Finn, Bill Finn's son. He was a year older, but they were in the same grade. Strong and dependable, he had walked Mira to and from school every single day since they were children.