I've been practically living at Nadine's house since her mom was killed. She asked me to come to the funeral. I agreed, even though I had to buy a black dress.
When my parents and I got there, we immediately went to Nadine and her father. My sister, Melody, ran up to Nadine and latched onto her, hugging and sobbing. Nadine looked at me for help, and I gently pulled the thirteen year old off. I love Melody to death, and I wish I could say I'm related to her, though it's not the case. But that doesn't mean I love my adopted family any less.
Nadine and I stayed side by side the entire time, her even begging me to sit with the family. I usually would've denied and called it inappropriate, but she looked as if she would burst into tears if I said no, so I complied.
The only thing that was odd was the boy. He was new, I'd never seen him before in my life, and Sugarloaf isn't that big. He kept looking at me, studying more like, as if I was something to be examined.
Well, I am, but how could he possibly know that?
