14
Pia
The new foster family for Dasia fell through.
I sat and stared at the phone I’d hung up after hearing the terrible news. With no other home to place her in, Dasia had no choice but to return to the Griffey’s. That, or run away again and live on the streets, which I couldn’t stomach the thought of. I’d never known such disappointment, not even when losing who’d I’d hoped would be my forever family when I’d been a young teenage girl.
Heaving a heavy sigh didn’t help as I reached for my cell, needing to call her.
Stacey answered—and told me that her parents had sent Dasia home earlier that morning.
“Can I ask why?” I prodded, curious if she’d been talking about Mr. Griffey and pissed Stacey’s parents off.
“You didn’t hear?” Stacey asked, her voice raising like a typical teenage
