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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. – 1 – Willow
  6. – 2 – Mason
  7. – 3 – Willow
  8. – 4 – Mason
  9. – 5 – Willow
  10. – 6 – Mason
  11. – 7 – Willow
  12. – 8 – Mason
  13. – 9 – Willow
  14. – 10 – Mason
  15. – 11 – Willow
  16. – 12 – Mason
  17. – 13 – Willow
  18. – 14 – Mason
  19. – 15 – Willow
  20. – 16 – Mason
  21. – 17 – Willow
  22. – 18 – Mason
  23. – 19 – Willow
  24. – 20 – Mason
  25. – 21 – Willow
  26. – 22 – Mason
  27. – 23 – Willow
  28. – 24 – Mason
  29. – 25 – Willow
  30. – 26 – Mason
  31. – 27 – Willow
  32. – 28 – Mason
  33. – 29 – Willow
  34. – 30 – Mason
  35. – 31 – Willow
  36. – 32 – Mason
  37. – 33 – Willow
  38. – 34 – Mason
  39. Acknowledgments
  40. More from the Author
  41. About the Author
  42. ALSO BY JENNA EVANS WELCH

“Does that say ‘Skerry’? Okay, yes. I think this is it,” Kate/Kaitlin says, flipping on her turn signal. “Most of these big houses are divided into condos. Theirs is the bottom right, I believe.”

I force my face upward, my dread turning to impending doom. The house is covered in bright white siding with a cherry red door, and window boxes host trailing green plants. The wooden porch is covered in an indeterminate number of bikes, scooters, and Rollerblades, and a few stray sneakers and sandals. My anxiety is stoked even higher at the visible representation of all the kids who live in that house. They already have four kids. Why on earth did they want to take on one more?

“Look at all that,” Kate/Kaitlin says with a cheery sigh. “I know that will be very different for you, especially coming from a group home, but a home is so much better than a group home, and they worked so hard to be licensed.” She drums her fingers on the steering wheel for a moment, then looks at me. I can tell immediately that this is going to be a Serious Conversation. “Look, Mason. This is a sort of atypical placement. The Morgans really want you to have the choice on whether or not you stay. But you’ll be aging out in a few years. I really think that the Morgans are a good fit for you. They can help you figure out college, school; all of it. You should really try to make this work. This is a place you can truly be at home, Mason. No more of the running away or staying out late, okay? It’s up to you.”

My fists tighten. I can’t help it. Not only is this random new place most definitely not my home; my real home is a person who I haven’t been able to see in years. And now I’m thinking about my mom, really thinking about her, and like always, once I start, I can’t stop. It’s a rupture in a dam, and once it starts, it only gets worse. This isn’t home. I’m supposed to be with my mom. That single, driving fact swirls through my head, pulses through my veins. Also, I’ve been in three other homes and none of them ended up working out long-term. What would make me believe this one will be successful?

“Mason?” Kate/Kaitlin asks. “It’s up to you. You get that, right? It’s up to you.”