Eralia's POV
Benny’s hand leaves my face, his fingers dragging through his hair as he blows out a breath, ‘didn’t social services come round? Didn’t they check on you?’ he asks.
I shake my head, looking away again, ‘if they did, I never saw them, I’m sure my mom put on a show when she needed to, made it look like we were well cared for. Honestly, I think the state forgot I existed, maybe they forgot about all of us. It happens, there are a lot of families out there with much worse problems, and we weren’t being abused or locked up, we had a roof over our heads . . . I think that in her own way, she did the best she could . . .’ I mumble to myself. The words uttered by the two assholes from last night as they tried to break down our front door echo in my head, 'she told us that you would
