★JANIE★
As we ate, Alan's wife didn't stop stealing glances at me.
I knew there were a lot of questions scratching the back of her throat, aching to spill out.
Sooner or later, she would be forced to...
“Where are your parents, Janie?"
There it was. The major question she intended to ask all along.
Predicting her right like some sort of coupon game, I smiled inwardly to myself and then bit on my lower lip.
There was no way I'd tell them about what my father did to me. That was personal and it had to remain that way until I was ready to leave. At this point, I needed fewer pity parties in my life.
The past should forever be buried in the past!
“They are both dead," I announced and their expression laced with sympathy and regret.
I didn't like the look they were giving me,
