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"I’m sorry," he says, and by the tone in his voice I can tell he takes it personally

"It’s not like it’s your fault It’s what people do, they buy and they sell co that souls are involved They only see profit ins and they never think about the families I often wonder how much my family and the other families orth I mean, are we different froain and part ofangry I wish he was still holding hter and that can’t happen

Flipping to my side, I turn away from West and try to create space between us I told him I trusted him I do, but I obviously shouldn’t trust er in darkness I think it’s because it’s harder to lie when the lights are off There’s a rawness that only belongs to the night and the truth can’t help but be set free

"Yes?"

"I hate to ask, but I need to know What are the shelters like?"

I fold into myself, absolutely crushed My dirty secret isn’t such a secret after all "Did Jessica tell you?"

She knew because her mother had volunteered her to work the shelter’s kitchen one day as a punishin to express the utter embarrassment and horror I felt the moment our eyes met over a tray of scalloped potatoes

"Yes," he ad to tellthe blanket tothere?"

"They separated us Me, Moie from Kaden and Dad The three of us at the fao to the men’s"

We had heard of family shelters and e arrived, desperate for a place to stay, e of thirteen weren’t allowed to stay at the faed Tears spilled down her face and Maggie sobbed with her ar

"I wanted to puke, West I wanted to find a bathroom and puke I mean, we had just lost our house and we had nowhere to live and noere being separated I was terrified It took everything I had not to grab on to o away"