Kinsley
I spend most of the day sitting on my bed, waiting for Matthew to return for me. I spend some time watching TV in Madeline’s room or getting something to eat. My heart feels happy for once as I imagine a new life far away from this place. It has never felt like home, even though I was conceived and born here.
I have my bag packed with what little I value, an old teddy bear that Madeline gave me a long time ago, and some pictures of my mother that Avery gave me. The door opens, and Milo steps in, looking serious.
“Are you ready to go?” He asks.
I nod and stand.
“Come on,” He gestures. “Dad is waiting for us outside.”
I follow my friend out of the room, and we sneak out the back door of the packhouse. Gamma Matthew’s truck is idling a few feet away, and I quicken my pace to g
