*Gabe’s POV*

“How? You impaled your arm on an iron spike?”

Olivia nodded and spoke calmly, “My mom was working.” She glanced around, unfazed by any judgment. “Doing what she did best—prostituting herself.” She smiled and then locked eyes with me. “She left me home alone, asking the neighbor to check on me occasionally. The neighbor’s daughter and I were playing ball over the wall separating our houses. It was like volleyball, with the wall as the net. In one play, the ...