Sloane

I’ve been forcing myself to remain focused, acting like I’m fine while Aunt Samara helps me unpack. They set up my room exactly like it was back home and I hate it. It just reminds me of what my mother and my maybe father did and my life that was built on lies and betrayal.

But I don’t want to say anything. I don’t want to make them mad. I don’t want to give them any reason to hate me for what my parents did. Or worse, I don’t want them taking out any anger at me on my ...