Prestons POV
As we were walking down the street to a little cafe not far from our hotel, people kept staring at us, really actually Marla....
I started to think about what that lady asked as we were getting off the plane the other afternoon.
Marla's POV
Preston and I were walking down the street, and of course people were still staring; it was something I didn't understand, but started to get used to it oddly enough.
All of the sudden my phone rang.
"Marla", my mom said
"Hi mom, how are you", I answered
"I'm good honey, how is Italy", she asked
"Amazing, but I have a question", I said
"Sure what is it", she questioned
"So don't be mad at me, but I got curious, and I called the orphanage that you and dad adopted me from, but they said they had no record of me ever being there", I said starting to shake.
"Marla, I'm sorry work just got crazy busy, I'll call you later, love you", she said.
And with that she hung up, I was left more confused than I was ever before.
"Are you ok Marla?"
"No Preston I'm not ok, my parents are lying to me, and I can't just help but sit here and not know what to do", I said as I felt a tear slide down my cheek
"Marla...", Preston said with hurt in his voice
"No..", I said as more tears spilled over my cheeks
Prestons POV
As soon as Marla got off the phone with her mom she started to get tears in her eyes, I felt so sorry for her.
When she started crying I went and embraced her in a hug, because I didn't know what else to do.
Marla's POV
As soon as those tears left my eyes, Prestons arms were wrapped around me.
I couldn't ask for a better person in my life.
As long as I had 1 person I could always count on I was ok, and that person was Preston.
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AdventureAfter graduating Marla goes on a trip to Italy. Her home country... She was adopted when she was very young, but has always wanted to go to where she was from.... During her trip she finds a newspaper with her picture in it... little does she know...
