Chapter Eleven
You don't have to have known someone for years before you find them trustworthy. Trust is measured by actions, not by words.
- Grace Chanbee
[Amber's POV]
The house seemed really weird. Justin had been so distant from me since the day before when he had disclosed that it was in fact my supposed father that had caused his hatred for wealthy people.
I didn't know what to do. How could I live with a bunch of people I didn't know but were actually my family members? And why did I feel safe in Justin's home when he wasn't even family?
Even Justin's grandmother I had seen as the kindest woman on earth had been avoiding me and had just been going about her business quietly without talking to me or giving me her usual warm smile.