"I have a feeling that you are thrown away."
Iris was taken aback by what Calixto said. An invisible hand hit her in the guts and squeezed her heart that it was too painful to breathe.
"Why would they throw me away?" She asked in a whisper, her voice laced with pain and disappointment.
It never occurred to her that her biological family didn't want her when she found out that the family she knew wasn't her blood.
Hearing Calixto telling her that she was thrown away was unexpectedly painful. The corner of her eyes stung as she twisted her hands on her lap.
"You understand what I am, right?"
Iris stared at Calixto who stopped the car on the shoulder of the interstate, turning on the light hazard of the car.
"Iris, I'm asking you a question."
She swallowed the nervousness that gripped her throat. "I-I know," she replied, stuttering.
"What am I?"
