Adriana Jensen
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I was certain my eyes were playing tricks on me. That, or I wasn’t properly awake yet.
My mother left when I was eleven, but I wasn’t stuck on that. I had a mother and a father. I had real parents who were there for me, so I barely thought about the woman who gave birth to me, which was why it was impossible for my imagination to conjure her up. She was really behind the door.
Saint stared at me. “Should I open the door?”
What did she want? It had been more than ten years. Why now? Why was she coming back? How did she even find me? Even my parents didn’t know where I was at the moment. Was she a stalker? What the f**k?
I took a closer look at her. Her blonde hair was tucked in a prim and proper bun. I couldn’t see her full outfit but her top was from an expensive b
