✽ Mandy ✽
I didn’t know why I called them until I heard Tina’s voice and almost started crying. It happened the morning after my fourth night at Rosa’s. I had woken up from a shallow sleep, stared at the ceiling, and realized I couldn’t keep spinning inside my own head. Rosa was supportive, but she was also too close to the situation. She hated Jason, and she had every right to. Still, I needed something steadier than anger. I needed people who knew me before I learned how to survive by myself.
So, I called Paul and Tina.
They were my last foster parents. The last home. The last version of ‘family’ I had before I aged out and pretended I didn’t care. I hadn’t spoken to them in a while. Not because I didn’t love them, but because distance was a habit I had built for protection. They were
