“Do you think they’d consider adopting me?” I asked Saturday night as I got ready for bed. Dinner had gone really well. Devon’s parents, Emily and Joe, were as awesome as they’d sounded. They didn’t bat an eyelash at my age, and Emily and I had talked for hours about all sorts of new-age topics. By the end of the night we’d been as thick as thieves. I’d promised her that I’d keep an eye out in the shop for a special type of crystal she’d been trying to hunt down for years.
Joe had been great as well. At first, I’d been worried that he didn’t like me, because he didn’t say much. But then I realized that he was simply a quiet man, happy sitting back and letting Emily do most of the talking. He clearly adored her. And his calm energy soothed me.
“I’m sure they’d be happy to, but then that w
