She called for me to come to the living room one afternoon after Jordan finished helping me with my homework. I walked downstairs and felt as if someone punched me in the gut.

My social worker, Ms. Kelp, sat there on the couch next to Mrs. Gable.

They both looked as if they were going to cry, which meant that I was about to cry, too. I always ended up crying when Ms. Kelp showed up unexpectedly because that meant she was going to take me away.

“No,” I whispered, my voice shaky. My hands were shaking, too, and I felt as if I were going to throw up.

Ms. Kelp stood from the couch slowly as if any sudden movement would turn my world upside down. Yet there I was, already twisting and turning and losing my footing.

“Please don’t let her take me,” I cried, rushing over to Mrs. Gable. “Please. I know I’ve messed up and didn’t help you when you were sad, but I swear I’ll help more, please. I’ll do better. And I can—”

“Damian, please, stop,” Mrs. Gable begged, wiping tears from her face. “It’s just with the separation and pending divorce with Jerry, I cannot truly hold the space needed to care for you in the way you deserve.”

“But what about Jordan? You’re keeping him! You can keep me the same way. I’ll stay out of the way. I’ll be good, I promise. Why does Jordan get to stay, and I have to go?”

“Well, Damian, sweetheart…Jordan is my son…”

I swallowed hard but still couldn’t breathe. “So am I.”

She blinked her eyes closed, and I wrapped my arms around her. “Please, please. Don’t make me go.”

I couldn’t leave. I had a sign on my bedroom door. It was my door. This was my family. I couldn’t lose them. Maybe I could go stay with Mr. Gable for some days, and then Ms. Gable wouldn’t be overwhelmed anymore. Maybe if I ate less, she wouldn’t feel like I was too much. Maybe if I stayed quiet—

“Please, Mom,” I choked out with tears falling down my face.

She removed my arms from her.

She removed me from her life.

Ms. Kelp began walking toward me, and I shouted. “No! No! I’m not going back to a group home!”

Before she could reply, I darted toward the front door and ran outside into the night. I heard them screaming my name, calling for me to come back, but I kept going because I didn’t want to start over. I didn’t want to go to another family who wouldn’t want me.

It didn’t take long for Ms. Kelp to find me. She took me back to a group home, a different one this time, but still, they all felt the same—lonely.

I wanted a forever home, but maybe some kids didn’t get that kind of thing.

Maybe some kids just got temporary homes.

Even though I thought this one felt like forever.

5

Stella

* * *

“You have to do it,” Jeff said, staring at me as if I were insane. The only insane thing currently was my boyfriend telling me that I had to go through with Kevin’s requests. After the funeral, I returned home, still shaken by the insane reveal. I spoke with Grams for a bit before leaving. Kevin left her more than enough money and property to keep her secure for the rest of her life. She kept telling me whatever choice I made would be the right one, no matter what, but Jeff had a different opinion.

Jeff stood at the counter, scratching off the lottery tickets he bought each day, hoping to win big. It had yet to happen, but for the past eight or so years, he’d been collecting those scratch-offs after once winning one thousand dollars on a thirty-dollar ticket. It was one of his favorite pastimes.

“Are you joking?” I laughed because clearly, he was joking. I went into our small kitchen and poured myself a mug of wine. Same outcome as if it were in a glass, just a little less fancy. A little more like me.

“Hell no, I’m not joking. Babe, this is our ticket out,” he said, moving over to me. Jeff was dressed in a white T-shirt and gray sweatpants. I was dressed in the same way, though I didn’t get to wear my boyfriend’s sweats, seeing how I was twice his size. Unlike Sue, my hips didn’t lie. Built on genetics and Spicy Doritos. Damn proud of those hips, too, after so many years of toxic diet culture beliefs.

I had an odd addiction to pajamas and comfy wear. I was also a professional at wearing gym attire to my couch. One of my favorite pastimes was to take naps in gym clothing. If I were an animal, I’d always thought I’d want to be a cat. Sleep, eat, and poop in a litter box that humans were responsible for cleaning. The top tier of living one’s best life.

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