As soon as the door closes behind Elijah, I cry. It’s not plain sadness that has me in tears, it’s every possible emotion that is pouring out of me right now. Sadness, fear, anxiety, grief, regret… This place is wonderful, and I feel like I’m not going to be able to enjoy it. Not really, not fully. If my parents were here, if Amee could come and visit me, then my God, it would be the best thing ever. But being here alone is lonely. And that loneliness falls onto my chest all at once, crushing my heart. I curl up in the window seat and stare absentmindedly out the window at the grey skies that seem to mirror my feelings. There has to be a way for me to get out of this claim. This cannot be the best solution to what happened twenty-six years ago. And why should a child pay for the “crimes” o
