Lila's POV

I stared at the suitcase lying half-open on my bed, a growing mess of clothes and toiletries. My fingers held a plain white blouse as I suddenly became unsure of what was appropriate to wear when you’re heading back into the shadows of your childhood.

Chicago.

I haven't stepped foot in that city since I was fifteen years old. It was in Chicago that I lost my mother. It was there that my father gave up on being a parent and handed me off to the system like I was some lost ...