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I watched as Lorenzo paced back and forth, heavily breathing. I wanted to help him, but I just gave him his space because he just found out that his mom probably isn't his real mom. I felt bad, but I really couldn't do anything about it. It's not my place to tell him what to do.
I understood what he was going through, I was adopted by Michael and Michelle when I was 12. They were nice at first, but when I turned 17, they started treating me differently than Astoria. I hated it, but I don't care anymore. I ignore them every chance I get.
I sat on my bed and watched Lorenzo whisper words under his breath. "Enzo, you have to talk to her about it." I spoke up, and he groaned at my words.
"I don't want to talk to her. She lied to me for 28 years, and I spent my whole life thinking I grew up with a real family when all of this shit was a fucking lie." He argued as I looked at him sadly. Lorenzo is probably the only man who knows how to handle their emotions.
I sigh. I wished all this was fake, but it's not.
This is real life.
I looked at him as he walked closer to my bed and took a look at the papers on it. He picked it up, and read it. "Did you find out anything about this unknown person?" He asked as I shook my head.
"No, I didn't." I say as I shook my head. "Will you help me figure this out?" He asked as I looked at him.
"Lorenzo..this is a family issue. I don't think this is any of my business." I recall as he looked at me, crossing his arms over his chest.
When he gets quiet, I get a little scared, but I brushed it off. "Well, you're my girlfriend, so your business is my business, and my business is your business." He said as I rolled my eyes, and there he is. Cocky Lorenzo.
"Fine, whatever. What do you want?" I asked as he stood up from my bed and looked down at me. "I want you to help me figure out who my mother is, and I want you to help me confront Lisa and Marcus." He barked as I groaned and looked at him.
"Fine, I'll help you." I said, annoyed.
"Good. I'll text you when I get some information." He said as he collected the files on my bed and walked to the door.
