"Ms. Foxy, you came to rescue me."
A skinny bundle of arms and legs and tangled hair flew against Foxy"s middle. Even though Daria was slight, the little girl nearly knocked Foxy over with her embrace. Foxy squeezed the child back tightly, feeling worried that she mostly felt skin and bones.
When Daria had first come to Bright Horizons, she refused any kind of touch. It was common amongst foster kids. Those children had been abandoned by the first people who were meant to love them unconditionally. So it was no wonder that they had trouble accepting affection from strangers.
"This place is full of villains," Daria whispered in Foxy"s ear.
Though Daria"s idea of a whisper was loud enough for those at the back of a movie theater to hear her. They were standing in a common room with a few
