Kylie’s POV
Milo is making me a little uncomfortable as he sits next to me on the couch, staring at me as if studying every detail of my face.
Glancing at Dean, who has pulled the kitchen chair over next to me, he lifts his shoulders in a shrug and gives my knee a comforting squeeze.
“Milo…”
Milo jerks his head and holds up a hand to silence Dean, who frowns.
Finally, Milo speaks.
“Kylie…do you remember…anything about your past?”
Why do people keep asking me that?
It’s tiring to repeat myself over and over again.
Pursing my lips in frustration, I shake my head at him.
“No…I don’t. I went into the foster system when I was three. I don’t remember anything other than what was in my file, that my parents died, and I had no other family to take me in.”
Thanks for making me relive it,
