*present*
CADEN
"If we ever get out of here, will we go to the pharmacy to get your bruises treated?" She discreetly inquired, her voice so soft.
"We will get out of here. It's not like I stayed locked up for years the other night. I only spent the night, and they let me out the next morning."
Her eyes widened. I gave attention to the sharp intake of her breath when she squirmed slightly on my lap and faced me fully.
"You've been locked up? When? How?" She maintained a moderate volume, but I could sense the shock in every single word she spoke.
Yes, that's Mad, my beautiful stepsister with OCD and ADHD.
She had curled up on my thighs and held me firmly ever since we got here.
Mad had been obsessive with hygiene since I knew her and had made it prominent how much dirt makes her feel
