However, when I glance toward the movement, my breath catches in my throat, my eyes widening as they meet West’s.
He’s back. I knew he was coming—he always does—same day every month. Not once in all the years I’ve been here has he missed a visit. When I was younger, I used to enjoy it. He’d bring me a toy and I’d get to play with it all day. We never got toys here. Things have been changing over the last few years. Now, instead of toys, he brings jewelry and d...
The way he looks at me when I do as he says? It’s not how you should look at someone over half your age. It’s dark and possessive.
It’s the way he talks about the future, like it’s a given I’ll be in it, with him. He says I’m going to go live with him someday.
This place is not somewhere any kid should grow up or where any human should live. His promise could be my ticket out of here. I’d finally be free.
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