Rosslyn
Rafael is in the main office when we walk in. He is talking to another man, so I take some time to study him. I still can't believe I have an uncle. Unfortunately, he looks so much like dad and grandpa, just no beard. So far, he has proven he is nothing like them though, so that's good. I can't wrap my head around my grandparents, just disowning him. He was their son too. What is wrong with them? Luckily, I feel like he is someone I can trust. He seems to be nothing like them.
He finally turns and they both walk over to us. "Fighting again?" he isn't really asking. "Sebastian, you should know better." The other man tells him. I smirk, and Sebastian glares at me.
"It's her fault," he points his finger in my face. He is delusional. "How is it my fault?" I shove his hand out of
