Sometimes I wonder what I'd have done if Adrian wasn't my stepdad.
But I'd never know, so all I can do every day is wake up, draw my curtains, and enjoy the view from the garden.
"How about this?" Mom turned the tap on beside her and Adrian jumped backwards, falling into a set of flower beds.
That must hurt. I winced on his behalf, but Mom, being the cause of it all, didn't care.
She whipped out her camera and started snapping non-stop.
"This is perfect, babe," she smirked more as he tried to get off, and when he eventually did, his hair was covered with flowers.
"Oh my god. This is perfect for the publishing company. I should be able to finish editing by noon so I'll mail it to them."
Other times, I wondered if being an obsessive photographer made you not care about the people arou
