Ruby's POV

My foster mother finally agreed to stay, but when I suggested she move in with me, she shook her head firmly.

“This house has been mine for years,” she said, smoothing her hand along the wooden table like it was part of her. “I’ll stay here.”

I bit down on the protest that rose to my lips. I wanted her close to me, safe, somewhere I could watch over her. But before I could try again, she glanced toward John and dropped the bomb.

“Why not let John move into your new ...