His words ring in my ear. I get what he is saying. I understand the words, but I can’t seem to grasp their meaning.
Adopted. Adopted.
How am I adopted? Of everything that has happened, not once has it ever crossed my mind that I may not be the biological child of my parents.
“H-how?” I stammer the words as I try to make sense of what he just told me.
“Billy and Christine couldn’t have children,” Martin begins, his worried eye scanning my face.
How are you supposed to react when you find out that you were adopted? That the people you thought were your parents aren’t. Should I consider this a lie? That my entire life has been a freaking lie? And why didn’t anyone tell me? Hell, my dad should have included that big fact in the letter he left me.
“I don’t understand,” I whisper in confus
