Chapter 11
July 2018
I sat up in bed, soaked with sweat as memories of my time with the Clarks began to fade. They couldn’t deal, so they had dumped me at Boston Children’s. In retrospect, they were probably the best foster parents I would ever have. Had I known what was in store for me, I would have worked harder at keeping my mouth shut. Yeah, I knew that was a recurring theme in my life.
On the bed next to me, Devon’s soft snoring halted momentarily while he rolled onto his stomach. I couldn’t help but smile a little as his snoring resumed. It was kind of cute. As if to balance out how orderly and uptight he was in his waking hours, in sleep he let it all go. He looked younger and more at ease, not caring as his limbs sprawled akimbo.
A large part of me wished I could just go back t
