You’re Harrison’s little lost lamb. He stole you away from your family after the tragic passing of your grandmother. Taking you away when you were at your lowest.

He was in love with your mother, but she chose your father over him. You’re the spitting image of her, yet you have your father’s personality. You’re not uppity or eccentric like your mother.

“You’re still not curious as to why I took you?” His voice low and calm, studying your features. While you laze on his couch.