Before Willee and Lorna took me in, I’d bounced around a good bit. The first couple of times, I’d go into a new home and open up my heart, and then they’d beat me, or stick me in a corner and collect state money, or feed me food and nothing else. So I turned cold, too. Why? Because you can’t hurt cold. If you get all warm and fuzzy for each new set of arms, you learn that most, if not all, are just as cold as the last. So you learn that if you turn cold, they can’t hurt you. At least that’s the lie you tell yourself.
