At the tender age of eight, when a girl dresses up in costumes and parades around as a princess, a doctor, or even a monster; Kayla was a board roam of some lawyer’s office discussing where she would end up when her mother left her. And that feeling that was present on that day when she was still healing after the four surgeries it would take to piece her body back together following the accident that took her father’s life, was a reflection of the one that she had felt now. Even if the wounds were now just scars and she was able to make something more of her life with her own dreams and desires, she was reverted back into that child with fleeting innocence now exploited yet again by the same woman.
“Thank you for arranging this, Devon.” These words stung Kayla’s entire spirit as she loo
