She gave him a small smile when he held open the door for her "Thanks." Sara walked her bike along beside her as she listened to Rian speak about her parents. It gave her a warm feeling, to listen to what her parents had been like, but it left an ache in her chest as well. She'd been so young when they died, she had no memories of her own to hold onto. All she had were bits and pieces scrapped together to make a picture of a couple she'd never known, but should have.
"I don't really know much about them." she admitted sadly. "Uncle didn't like talking about them at all, he got angry anytime I asked. I didn't even known their names until a few months ago." Her frown was bitter as she thought of her so called "family". She'd always known her uncle was a bastard, but the little she'd managed to learn from Genevieve had put it in perspective. Somehow her childhood only seemed to get worse, and worse in retrospect. "Most of what I know I learned from a woman named Genevieve Roberts, she said she was a classmate of theirs, yours too then, I guess. She gave me an old yearbook before she moved."
"I know their names, that they met in school, where they went to school. I know mum was smart and dad like sports, but that's all I know." She sighed, kicking a stone. It hurt, to be able to sum up the total of her knowledge in two sentences.