“Yeah,” I whisper. “Oscar and Farrow are the only ones who know almost everything. They were in my life when my parents popped in and out of prison—when I started turning tricks.” I stare off, my nose flaring at a sudden thought. “Farrow called me one night…asking where I was. I’d never had someone search for me. Like I…like I was someone worth finding. But I was afraid to be found.”
