"These days, you don't come home at night—are you out there messing around with some random guy? I'm begging you, have a little self-respect! Don't drag us down and humiliate us because of your shamelessness! You're so young and already so wild and reckless—what's next? Are you planning to go out and sell yourself?"
Lara Kemnis marched up to Sarah Sullivan and unleashed a tirade without warning.
Sarah stood at the entrance of the bookstore, looking at Lara with icy detachment.
This was her biological mother by blood, her adoptive mother by law.
...
Ever since she could remember, she'd always known her own origins—that she was a child picked up by Victor Thompson.
But it didn't affect her much.
Because her adoptive father's family treated her well.
They were a family of three, poor but always warm and cozy.
