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When they return from the kitchen, I make up a story about being too tired and sleepy, and I think he believed me because he bids me good night and walked me to the front of my room. He doesn’t try to kiss my forehead tonight, and I am pleased with that, I was not sure I would have liked that, considering all the thoughts that were playing in my head in a loop.

The door shut behind me, without a second thought, I climbed into bed, and under the covers, hoping to separate myself from him for a while, but my thoughts were what was haunting me.

“...he’s adopted..”

Joanne’s words kept coming back to me. It was no secret that I grew up in the orphanage, asides the fact that I volunteered at every orphanage I could find during my early days, and till date a chunk of whatever I earned went to orphanages around the world, people from Sweet Home often went to the media whenever they needed quick cash to talk about my time in the orphanage, so Greg made me do interviews about it myself, so th