Nine years, three months earlier….
Rebecca rushed into the house after opening the mailbox outside their house and collecting the mail. Her college application results are being awaited with eager anticipation.
She took a deep breath and silently prayed to her mother, hoping she was watching over her.
“I'm missing you, Momma!” Rebecca smiled as she spoke. She was overjoyed and excited to be leaving Vermont.
“What are you so excited about, girl?” Have you done what I asked you to do?” A venomous voice; with hatred in her eyes, invaded the sitting room.
Rebecca turned to face the woman who had taken her in since her mother's death. Though it wasn't her decision, the cops would not let a minor loose on the streets. And because she had immediate relatives, she did not enter the foster
