'My adopted parents use to accuse me of molesting Sofia.' I said it. What was the point in hiding it? It's not like I cared if she believed that I did do it or not. But I did care, I cared a lot and I didn't understand why. I knew the truth so why did it matter if she knew the truth too? She looked at me with an expression I couldn't read and god I was good at reading people but right there and then, I couldn't tell what she was thinking or how she was feeling and it was starting to irritate me.
'Why did they accuse you of that Chase?' She looked worried, almost as though a part of her wondered if I really had done it, almost as though she considered it being true. 'It doesn't matter anymore.' I didn't want to tell her anymore about it. It didn't matter. They were all gone, there was no n
