He took off his bracelet and held the two next to each other.
He flipped it around as I kept staring at his gaze. His eyes flickered to mine and the concern or fear or whatever glazed his eyes vanished and got replaced with a smile. “What?”
“I told you, I’m not crazy.”
He handed mine back. “Why don’t you wear it?”
“Yeah, my dad is not a fan of this one, so I guess it was a present from my mom.”
“Your mom?”
“Yup.”
“When was the last time you saw her?”
“I think around two. I can’t remember her, but I have a picture of her.”
“What does she look like?”
“She is beautiful. She has summer blond hair with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. To be honest, I look nothing like her. Sometimes I feel my parents stole me and ran away and that my dad is running away from my birth parents.”
Blake raised his eyebrow at me.
“I’m joking. Believe me, my dad showed me my birth certificate and everything.”
“Oh, okay.”
“What?”
“I’m sure they can fake a birth certificate if they want.”
My body froze as I looked at him.
“I’m joking, Elena.”
“Yeah, don’t.”
“Why do I get a feeling that you are not sharing everything about your life with me?”
“Like what?”
“You said your dad is running away, and not leaving because of his work.”
Shit, Elena.
I sighed and lowered my head, staring at my shoes that kicked a weed growing through the stones.
“Elena?”
“Okay, I lied. My dad isn’t leaving because of his work. He is leaving because something is chasing him. I just don’t know what?”
He shook his head. “Three months is the mark?”
“Yeah, we never stayed longer than three months. If he is really paranoid, sometimes earlier.”
“You don’t know why?”
I shook my head and Blake nodded as his gaze sort of faded out, remembering a memory. “I’m sorry that you go through that. It can’t be an awesome life not having friends.”
