DENVER
“That was… a picture taken back from a long time ago,” Clarisse said while she was laying her eyes at the painting. “Rikki and I… aren’t the real parents of Rain,” she admitted while staring at me as if she’s looking deeper into my eyes, like she didn’t expect that I would notice something this fast.
“Then why did you let me adopt her! To think that such an innocent child got into this kind of family,” I gritted my teeth to stop my anger from totally consuming myself.
Clarisse sat on her gold and red victorian chaise lounge sofa. I just remained standing to somehow remain my composure. It’s kind of unusual for the entire home to be silent, I guess the others aren’t here as of the moment. Though, I can kind of get the glimpse that someone is playing a guitar. Even if the sound can
