"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" Enrique asked, folding his arms across his chest. "Rachel?" Vera sighed and rubbed her face, feeling tired for no reason.
"Rachel...she works at the orphanage from where the Vazquez adopted me," She replied. "Before coming back, I managed to squeeze information from mama about...everything. Where did they got me from and all that. It's an orphanage in Santa Monica. I visited there on my way to home,"
"And?" Enrique prompted. "What did they say?"
"They refused to divulge information at first," She answered, ideally fiddling with the bedsheet. "But then papa talked to them and allowed permission. They couldn't give me anything at that time because obviously it was years ago. All they can tell was that someone left me at their doorstep. I was
