Annabeth
As the evening progressed and the number of wine glasses increased, we switched from the general topics to more personal ones. I didn´t even know how or when but suddenly I was speaking about my childhood.
The topic was normally very sensitive and quite uncomfortable to me but with Cassian I didn´t see the pity or disgust in his eyes. No, I saw pure fascination and kindness which gave me a push to continue.
“I grew up in the orphanage never knowing who my real parents were,” I admitted to him seeing his perfectly arched eyebrows frown.
“I was left at the doorstep of the church when I was just couple of months old. Without any information or clues who my real parents were. There was just a letter which I read when I was old enough. The person in the letter, presumably my birt
