Trish's POV
My life used to be quiet, centered only on my mother and our small flat. We were closer than sisters, and with my father gone since I was young, she was my entire world. I was the quiet type, comfortable with my books, content to be the girl people called "creepy" as long as I had her smile. But that peaceful life was shattered when I needed it most. Just months before my senior year, as I stood on the edge of growing into a woman, life took her away. I desperately tried to push back the sight of her lying there, motionless, the oxygen mask unable to give back the breath that was life itself. Her death is the single reason I ended up here, in Miss Britney Roland's home.
Miss Britney became my immediate anchor. Her words – "Your mom trusted me to take care of you... you're all
