"Gav, I really think I am adopted."
"That is ridiculous." Gavin looked at her incredulously. He had brought her to the garden. They sat in the early morning quietude. Gavin was still watching the letter placed on the table suspiciously.
"Well, you have not read the letter. I have, and the sender, whoever it is, blames my mother for bringing me home. They say that I am an anomaly and I shouldn't have been born. Gavin, are you not interested at all?"
Gavin rubbed his face with his hand and said, "Don't you think you have crossed a line, stealing her letter, reading it, and then bringing it here? If what you're saying is true, then Grace will look for it now or later, and when she finds out what you've done, she will be hurt."
"She never told me anything about it. I am so much like them. How can I be adopted? And what the hell did they mean, that I shouldn't have been born?"
