Christian's POVI stared at my bedroom door, my mind taking me back to a memory from long, long ago.During the winter when I was eight, Mom walked into the living room holding a little girl's hand. She wore an oversized black coat, her hair hiding most of her face.Mom crouched before me and said, "Chris, this is Giselle. From now on, she'll be living with us."I ran over, grabbed Giselle's hand, and looked at her with a grin. "Nice to meet you, Giselle. My name's Christian."Her hand stiffened in mine for a second before she quietly pulled it away.Mom sighed and explained that Giselle's parents had passed away in a car accident. From then on, our home would be hers, too.I remembered secretly knocking on her bedroom door then. "Giselle, I'll share half my strawberry cake with you if you promise to cheer up."She never opened the door, but I could hear her crying underneath her blanket.From that day on, I followed Giselle everywhere like her shadow. She ignored me at first,
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