“Hi, mom. Hi, dad,” I greeted them as I managed to get out of my mother’s bear hug. It felt weird facing my parents now. I’ve talked to them on the phone since Logan told me the truth about being adopted. But that was different. Now that I’m looking at them, I can see how I don’t resemble them in all the ways. I’m taller than both, and neither has red hair nor the same green eyes as me. I shook my head because this wasn’t the time nor the place to think about that. “Are you alright, baby?” my dad asked, grabbing my shoulders, looking me over as if trying to find bruises or something. “I’m fine. I don’t know what they told you, but it’s bullshit,” I assured them. “What? What do you mean? We got a call telling us that the groundskeeper assaulted you,” my dad questioned, looking back at Mister Moors, confused. I rolled my eyes. “Mister Moors’s full of shit, dad. He was told that by his creep son. His son’s the one that tried to assault me and just this m
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