Stick to my cover.
Stick to my cover.
I faked shock. "Adopted?"
"Yes."
"Way to break it to her gently," Jasper muttered.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"The people you thought were your parents, the ones who died when you were younger. They weren't," Richard said.
"Yes, I know what being adopted means. How the hell do you know that's true?" I snapped.
"We just do," Richard said firmly. "And we know who your birth parents are."
This spiked my interest. This actually shocked me. "W-what?"
"We know who you real parents are."
"I..." I gasped. "The blood. You took my blood to test for DNA." I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed deeply. "You found a match."
"We did."
That meant that my biological parents were alive. My real life was getting intertwined with my cover and s**t was
