you were adopted by the blake residence, and you were the middle child, you were actually cared for. due to terrence’s lack of emotional presence and slight physical presence, finney was like another father to you and gwen. he was cooking a small lunch, when you suddenly spoke. “why do we never talk about our mom?” you slightly sat back in your seat, you really didn’t have a filter, and finney’s expression made that clear to you. “sorry?” he spoke, wanting a repeat.