Reid POV
I tried not to puff out my chest and beat it like an ape. I had bought a home, a beautiful home that my future wife loved.
A home. I bought a home, a real home, not a house, a home.
I have accomplished a lot in my life, more than most foster kids could ever dream of. It has always been a good outlet, a way to control my anger as well.
I also know that’s why they choose people like me. No real family, no aversion to violence or blood. The only problem could be loyalty, as a lot have no loyalty to anyone as they don’t trust anyone.
I get that, I do, but I also get the bigger picture. Granny taught me that. She was my last home and the one that any child in foster needs. She gave me a steady home, good food, good advice and a clip over the ear when I needed it, even though I w
