Sky Moore hung his head, his thoughts scattered, mulling over trivial things. Having tasted the fickleness of human relationships at a young age due to his orphan status, he had been prepared for the truth to come out someday while he was staying with the Johnson family. So, even five years later, he felt there was nothing to begrudge.
Those five years of luxurious living felt like stolen time to him, memorable, yet not genuine. He lived each day cautiously, and the revelation of the truth wasn't as hard to accept as one might expect.
Amanda Smith gazed down at the little child standing before her. Sky Moore was only about eight or nine years old, not very tall for his age—much shorter, in fact, standing at just about four feet three inches. His eyebrows were drooped, and his face did not show the panic and confusion that discovery might bring. Instead, he maintained a very calm and indifferent demeanor, as if he had known all along what today would bring.
