Then he whispered, “I have a sister.”
“Your file said you didn’t have siblings placed with you.”
My fork slipped from my fingers.
“A sister?”
“Half-sister.”
“Your file said you didn’t have siblings placed with you.”
“She’s not placed with me.”
Luke told me they had entered care together years earlier, when Emma was still little.
“Where is she?”
Luke swallowed.
“She was adopted.”
Her name was Emma.
She was nine now.
He made her breakfast. Got her ready for school. Helped with homework.
Luke told me they had entered care together years earlier, when Emma was still little.
“I basically raised her,” he said.
He made her breakfast. Got her ready for school. Helped with homework. When she woke up scared, she went looking for him.
Then a family offered Emma a permanent home.
“They didn’t have room for me,” Luke said.
“I was fourteen. They kept asking what I thought was best for her.”
“Who told you that?”
“Everybody. They said Emma deserved stability.”
I felt anger rising.
“And you agreed?”
“I was fourteen. They kept asking what I thought was best for her.”
After the separation, Luke began sabotaging his placements.
He laughed bitterly.
“So I said yes.”
After the separation, Luke began sabotaging his placements.
Not dramatically.
He never became violent.
“Mostly. Sometimes I just didn’t feel like talking anymore.”
He simply learned how to make people give up.
“I’d stop talking,” he said.
“On purpose?”
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“Mostly. Sometimes I just didn’t feel like talking anymore.”
“What else?”
