Chapter forty-two

"I was in an orphanage till I was 7. I don't have much memories about the memories except the very kind nun who cared for us, the kids. After I turned eighteen, I would go visit her every year on my birthday. I stayed in three different foster homes till I was about 15. The kindest foster mother I had died when I was 11. I was so bitter when she died. The other foster parents were not ready to care for any kid who wasn't theirs. At fifteen, I hopped on every job I could find. Which included swiping people's wallets and attending parties I wasn't invited to just to find what to steal to resell."

Her mouth fell open and he hurried to finish the story. " I did menial jobs for years and eventually had enough money to pay for a one-year accounting program at a university. That's not exactly a college degree. Not having a degree used to be a big insecurity for me. I worked as a tour guide some years back and that was where I met Anna's grandfather. I saved him from an accident and he was s
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