"What are you saying?" I asked Miro blankly.
I have no doubts about what he said, maybe because of the images I saw. All I want to know is how he knew all that. Why does he know about my parents?
Since I was a child, it was not really clear to me what my parents were doing. I thought they were rescuers. Mommy and Daddy often leave every time someone comes to the house, and when I ask them, the only answer they always give me is that they will help someone. I have no idea about my mother's personality because the whole time we were together, she never showed anything different to me. We lived like a typical family.
I raised my eyebrows when Miro gently undressed in front of me. Later, his chest was exposed to my eyes, and his wounds were healing. He met my eyes and took a deep breath.
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