Rosemary's pov:
"Jesus Christ! What the hell happened to you? I thought you went to the orphanage," Izzy's voice yanks me out of my train of thought.
Her facial features twisted, making her look like she has something very unsavory in front of her. Although, I know there is nothing on my face that would warrant that reaction. Besides maybe my own expression which I have no way of seeing.
"I was at the orphanage," I say simply, looking away from her, towards the family that's seated next to us.
Izzy brings her hands onto the table that now supports more of her weight, forearms pressed on its surface in order to lean forward, "And?" she insists.
"And nothing!" I respond, my gaze still on the parents struggling to keep their three kids from flinging food at each other.
Before their names crop up from the long list of people I've memorized, the mother's eyes connect with mine, forcing me to snap my attention onto something or someone different.
