My heart races in my chest as I stare at my family. What are they doing here? I look at my mother; her usually fierce face and glare are gone. My father, or should I call him Levy now that we know he's not my biological father, has his usual...
My heart races in my chest as I stare at my family. What are they doing here? I look at my mother; her usually fierce face and glare are gone. My father, or should I call him Levy now that we know he's not my biological father, has his usual...