Michael Kentwood blinked in surprise, but there was a faintly wary expression in his eyes. Amelia was immediately suspicious; her father's reaction would have made more sense if she had asked something about her nasty uncle. Why was a simple question about an orphanage triggering such wariness, especially after her father had brought it up?
"Oh, that's it?" her father asked, voice deliberately blasé. "Why do you want to know?"
"I don't remember anything about it," Amelia confessed honestly. "Before working with Hope for Scholars, I had no experience with orphans at all! I was very surprised last night when you brought it up."
Her father suddenly looked like he sucked on a lemon. He sighed deeply. "I knew my tongue would get me into trouble someday."
"What trouble? What are you not telling me?" Amelia demanded. "From your words, I must have gone to the orphanage when I was a child. Did the both of you abandon me or something? Or am I adopted?"
