Chapter 14
My brothers are tools
Parker
After everyone left, I checked on Selena to make sure she was okay. She was sitting on the bed, staring out the window. I walked into the room and sat down on the bed.
“I used to look at the sky and wish one day I would have people that cared about me. My parents didn’t, and neither did my foster families. So, I ran and lived on the streets, sifting through garbage cans to eat. Showers were a rarity, and I would go to the local library to get warm. Then I would read,” she said as she looked out the window.
Listening to her talk about what she went through was disheartening. No one deserves to live like that.
“Then, your mom found me. I thought there were genuine people out there who were kind,” she told me as she turned mere inches from my face
