Diary entry from 14.05.

I wasn't a Redfort. That was as clear as the sky on a sunny day with no clouds. I didn't look like someone who was a Redfort. Redforts were tall, tanned, and had blond hair. My mother's was cream, and my grandmother's was golden. My father's family was also tall, tanned, and had blond hair. His was honey colored. I was none of that. I was tall, slim, fair skinned, with the build of an athlete and sparkling white teeth. My hair was long, thick, shiny, and the colour of the world's darkest wood, also known as Gabon ebony. While my "family's" eyes were all blue, mine where the colour of fresh pine needles. While my family focused on partying and marketing, my area was more about sports, and I would spend hours reading up on lore or playing tennis. In addition, my eyes did not develop into the well-known, large Redfort eyes, but into so-called Siren eyes, like LB had. My cheekbones stood out prominently and gave my face something severe and sharp.
I really didn't know what to do. I could tell Brant and Sabina, but I was too afraid of being kicked out or not being taken seriously.

Diary entry from 03.08.

There were two girls at Spectrum today. One was LB's daughter, the other Blacker's daughter. While LB and her daughter were still in the room, Blacker's daughter pointed to me in front of all the agents (we were in a meeting and it was my turn) and asked if I was LB's daughter too. She said I match her like peas in a pod. I denied this, but deep down, I knew she was right. I explained to her that I was the Redforts' daughter and not the Byrds'.
She then said that she knew the Redforts and I didn't look like them, but LB's daughter resembled them. She asked if we had been mixed up. I then had to tell her that I knew nothing of the sort. As she kept asking, I had to admit in front of everyone that I really didn't have the genes of a Redfort, a doctor found that out when we did a DNA test a few weeks ago.
I didn't mention that he told me that I had Byrd genes. At the time, I asked him to falsify the result out of sheer fear. Then I was gone.

One week later:

Everything felt wrong for the next few days. The house I lived in felt wrong, my friends, my family. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I asked the doctor to come in and blurted out.
I was expecting a lot, but definitely not something like this. My parents were immediately furious and demanded that their real daughter be exchanged within a year. They no longer wanted anything to do with me. For the next three months, I couldn't look LB in the eye. I largely avoided her and fulfilled my duties. At some point, her daughter took me aside. She had asked what was going on. I had told her what I had done.
I also told her about my parents' reaction, and I told her everything. I couldn't change it now. As much as I wanted to, I would never be my parents' daughter. And even if she hated me for it and LB hated me for it, I couldn't help it.

I was LB's daughter.