Disclamer: I still need some time for my last story, As Life Turns. This is still continuing from the story. Sorry for being far behind! Please don't fight!

I like to dedicate this to Aethelgythe and prloverforever and give them credit for my inspiration.

Feel free to review anytime!

For the first time in a month, Trent's been feeling much better than before. It's been while a journey; from the deadly cave-in that took his parents to their untimely deaths to the abuse that he suffered from his aunt Karen and her boyfriend, who are now in jail.

Now, his late parents' wishes of their friend, Anton Mercer, adopting him have now come true. Child's Service has approved the adoption and now goes by Trent Fernandez-Mercer, with Trent keeping his original surname, thanks to Anton Mercer.

Just two days after the adoption, it was a weekend and Anton drops him off at Sarah Gray's house, the ex-wife of one of his colleagues, since he has to go on an overnight business trip for his company.

It was a quarter to five and after the car drives off, Trent looks at the mansion estate. The estate was a large two-story white brick Georgian-style mansion. He walks up the stairs and pushes the doorbell.

The white door opens and there was this woman with fair skin, green eyes, blonde hair and in a black dress and shoes greets him, she said,

"Hello, there. Trent, right? Anton's new son?"

"Yes."

"Come on here." She allows him to come in.

Trent steps in and it was just like his house. When he walked in, the big crystal chandelier was shining and beautiful. Ms. Gray shows the living room and there was a girl in a yellow dress, blue cardigan, black sneakers, and her brunette hair in a ponytail.

"Rhonda, I would like you to meet Anton Mercer's son, Trent."

She gets up from her seat on the black couch.

"Hi, Trent. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too."

"Come on. I'll show where you'll be staying." She grabs his hand and shows himself up the stairs and into a room on the left. Trent asks her,

"So you live with her mom?"

"Not really. My parents are divorced, so every week, I live with my mom and on the other week I live with my dad. My twin brother Shane is away at a summer program, but he's coming back soon. He prefers to stay with my dad than my mom."

"Oh."

"Here you are." She shows him a room with a comfortable sleigh bed, a desk and drawer. Trent places his duffle bag by the bed.

"Thanks."

"No problem. If you need anything, let me know." She leaves the bedroom as Trent lies on his bed and closes his eyes for a short nap. When he opens them, he sees that Ms. Gray is on his bed, stroking his hair and face. Trent quickly gets off of the bed.

"What were you doing?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Trent. You just had something in your hair and face. I was trying to get it off."

"Oh, really?" Trent ran his hand across the back of his head.

Ms. Gray shakes her head. "Now, it's time for dinner. You wanna eat?"

"Oh, no thanks. I'm fine."

Ms. Gray gets up and leaves. "Okay."

Trent didn't know what just happened. After meeting Ms. Gray, he couldn't help but feel very uncomfortable. His daughter, Rhonda seemed cool, but he couldn't point his finger at Ms. Gray. He just felt that something wasn't right. He just has these knots in his stomach and for him, it wasn't a good thing.