"He died." Zack told me between sobs. It was then when my heart stopped. My mom becomes extremely angry and moves away from us, and my dad- my dad dies. "He was speeding to get here, and then he got in a car accident, he hadn't buckled his seatbelt, and so he flew out of the window, he hit his head really hard on the ground, and when I got out, he was bleeding really bad." I stared at Zack long and hard until it hit me. I was parentless. An orphan. But I didn't realize that at the time. I just didn't know what to do, so I did the only thing I could do. I screamed. Screamed until my throat and my lips became dry, and then I'd stop, and start again.

Zoe nodded to herself, and continued to comb her hair. Then she moved on to brushing her teeth, and washing her face. Looking at herself in the mirror she sighed, her eyes were still swollen from the tears. She rubbed them with closed fists, but that only made them burn. Growling she turned on her heels to head downstairs.

Zoe nodded and faced forward. She knew what was going to happen burberry outlet. This was the end of her extent with the Riggs. She frowned, in all of the years she'd been an orphan she'd been fortunate enough to not have to deal with family after family, but she knew it would happen, and all that she could do was cross her fingers. She loved her foster family, and would hate to be torn away from them. The Riggs and their biological daughter Neveah were the only people that offered her support after the devastation of Hurricane Katrina, they were the ones that made her get back up on her feet, and she can't see being taken away from them.

When Zoe and Rhonda entered the room, Georgia stood up from behind her desk and smiled warmly. "Rhonda, Zoe." She said moving from behind the desk to shake hands with both of the women. Zoe cheesed, hoping for the best as she made her way to sit in the comfortable black chair in front of a mahogany desk.

Zoe bit her lip nervously and watched as Georgia shuffled through a few papers on her desk, "Ah- here it is," Georgia mumbled, pulling the paper out of the stack and placing it on top. Crooking her burberry handbags
head downward she looked on. "The Duncan family, they live an hour from here in Mesa, Arizona. Fathers name is David Duncan, the mothers name is Lynn Duncan. They have two sons and one daughter. Sons' ages are 16 and 15. Daughter is three." Georgia scanned the paper for an extra second before looking up.

"We have a source. Adam's sister, Rayne confirms the fact that the two had a strong friendship, and that it would still be strong if Adam were alive." Zoe twitched. Aunt Rayne. What a bitch. Zoe's burberry scarf pressed tightly together as she tried to throw all thoughts of her aunt out of her head.

"I never lied," he insisted tenderly. I can't read your mind. But it doesn't take a mind reader to figure it out. You are a strong, fiery woman. To have seen so much raw fear coming from you… it was the first reason I thought of. I know what such a nightmarish even can to a person."

Jessica bit her bottom lip and inhaled deeply as she decided how she was going to tell him the burberry shoes she was feeling. She figured any way she did, he still wouldn't like it. None of them ever did. She wasn't a big fan of the outcome either. She kept her back to him, but she could feel his presence behind her. She could feel the heat of his body surrounding her as if he was holding her. She didn't know when she had become as aware of him as she was, but whenever it had happened, she knew he had an effect on her that no one else had ever had. She hugged herself and cleared her thoughts. It was difficult to think straight when just the thought of him was overwhelming. His effect on her was almost smothering.