“Son, is this girl who I think she is?” Dad whispered when he brought me to the corner so others won’t hear. Apparently, there was no point in denying. If there’s a family member who knew my situation, it was Dad and Coulson. Mom knew where I come from, but she didn’t thoroughly new everything, and so as Maya.
“She doesn’t have anything to do with her family. She’s also a victim. I found her again, Dad—or she found me.”
Elazar Stark, the man I looked up the most and who accepted me for who I was patted my back, consoling me. “Are you going to tell her?”
“Soon. I’m afraid that she might run away from me. I can’t have that.”