Switched by Amanda Hocking

You must have all the styling products in the world. Between Matthew and Maggie, I’m sure you’re spoiled rotten.”
    “I get by,” I allowed sourly. She made it sound like I should feel ashamed for the things I had, like I had stolen them. Although, I suppose in her mind, I kinda had. 
    “Who brought you here anyway?” The idea had just occurred to her, and she glanced behind her, as if she expected to see Matt or Maggie waiting in the wings.
    “Matt,” I answered.
    “Matthew?” She looked genuinely shocked. “There is no way he would condone this. He doesn’t even…” Sadness washed across her face and she shook her head. “He’s never understood. I did what I did to protect him too. I never wanted you to get your claws into him.” She touched at her hair and tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back and her stony expression returned.
    “He thinks he has to protect me,” I informed her, mostly because I knew it would bother her. Disappointingly, she didn’t look that upset. She just nodded understanding.
    “For all his sense and maturity, Matthew can be incredibly naive. He thought of you as some lost, sick puppy he needed to care for.” She brushed a frizzy stand of hair from her forehead and stared off at a spot on the floor. “He loves you because he’s a good man, like his father, and that has always been his weakness.” Then she looked up hopefully. “Is he going to visit me today?”
    “No.” I almost felt bad about telling her that, but she smiled bitterly at me and I remembered why she was here.
    “You’ve turned him against me. I knew you would. But…” She shrugged emptily. “It doesn’t make things easier, does it?”
    “I don’t know.” I leaned in towards her. “Look, M-… Kim. I am here for a reason. I want to know what I am.” I backtracked quickly. “I mean, what you think I am.”
    “You’re a changeling,” she said matter-of-factly. “I’m surprised you didn’t know that by now.”
    My heart dropped, but I tried to keep my expression neutral. I pressed my hands flat on the table to keep from them shaking. It was just as I had suspected, and maybe I had always known.
    When Finn told me, it had instantly made sense, but I don’t know why hearing it from her made things feel so different.
    “A changeling?” I fought to keep my voice even. “What does that mean?”
    “What do you think it means?” She snapped, looking at me like I was an idiot. “Changeling! You were changed out for another child! My son was taken and you were put in his place!”
    Her cheeks reddened with rage, and the orderly took a step closer to her. She held up her hand and fought to keep herself contained.
    “Why?” I asked, realizing that I should’ve asked Finn this question days earlier. “Why would anyone do that? Why would they take your baby? What did they do with him?”
    “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing.” She smiled painfully at me and fresh tears stood in her eyes. Her hands trembled when she touched her hair, and she all but refused to look at me. “You know what you did with him. You know far better than I do.”
    “No, I don’t! What are you talking about?” I demanded in a hushed voice. The orderly gave me a hard look, and I had to at least look like I wasn’t freaking out.
    “You killed him, Wendy!” My mother snarled, that sad smiled plastered on her face. She leaned in towards me, her hand clenched into a fist, and I knew she was using all her will power to keep from hurting me. “You killed him!”
    “Mom…Kim, whatever!” I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. “That doesn’t make any sense. I was just a baby! How could I kill anything?”
    “How did you get Matthew to drive you here?” she demanded through gritted teeth, and an icy chill ran down my spine. “He would never drive you here. He would never let you see me. But he did. What did you do to him to make him do it?” I lowered my eyes, unable to even