TRIGGER WARNING - This Chapter contains material that could be triggering; see my author’s note and comment in the previous chapter for details.
BREELYNN’S POV
It’s dark, but I can identify the room I spent eight nerve-wracking months in; although it was tiny, I didn’t have to share it with the other foster siblings. Not because I was special, but because they were all boys, and apparently, there is some law that boys and girls can’t share a room after the age of thirteen. I see someone roll over on the ever-so-uncomfortable bed that was mine. When she fully turns to face me, I recognize the fifteen-year-old version of myself.
“NO!” I scream it out loud, but my younger self doesn’t seem to be able to see or hear me. I remember this night; this was the worst night of my life. When ever
