From then on, Max held my hand firmly in his, while Abbie led the way. God, that girl had an amazing memory.
"Abbie?" I asked, after a few minutes of silence when we ran out of stuff to say.
"Were you adopted?"
Abbie stopped and turned around. "Pardon?"
"Were you adopted?" I repeated.
"Why?" she asked. When she said that, I knew what her answer was going to be.
"Well, because I was adopted, and Max was adopted, and Ben was adopted. So I thought that maybe you might've been adopted, too"
"Oh. I, uhh..."
"Abbie." Max said "Just say it. I think we all know what the answer's going to be"
"I was" she sighed. "I didn't want to be, but I was"
"You didn't want to be?" Max asked, sitting down on the snow. Me and Abbie did the same.
"No. I liked it at the orphanage..."
"Oh, really? I didn't. I hated every minute of it" I frowned. "How about you, Max? Did you like it?"
"It was... OK. I guess it could've been better"
We need you...
I gasped quietly. Abbie looked at me, confused, but I shook my head at her.
I said "OK, so... where did you go?"
"It was something like Woodview Children's Home" Abbie told us.
"That's where I went!" Max and I exclaimed together.
"Really? What was so bad about it? It was the best thing that ever happened to me!"
I didn't answer her question. Instead, I asked "You didn't like your parents, did you?"
Please... we want you back...
I blinked a few times. Abbie gave me another look. I mouthed 'tell you later'.
"Anyway" Max said "It doesn't matter. S'not like I had the best time after being adopted. We have our differences, and our similarities"
"I suppose. Being adopted was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I hope I never have to go to that dreadful place again"
"Hehe. Me and you are like opposites, Sara" Abbie smiled.
"Uh huh" I said absently. "Umm... can we set up camp here? We've been walking too long"
"Yep, sure. What time is it?"
"Three thirty three" I grinned