“Remember I told you when there’s little left to lose, the consequences for one’s actions don’t carry the same weight, painful or otherwise?” “I remember,” Trey says. “I learned that early—just after I was placed—that’s what they used to call it when they’d find you a home: placed. I hardly remember anything about being placed the first time. I remember the apartment was small—cramped—tidy but poor. It had this awful smell, though—mildew, urine, and pine cleaner. I’ll remember that smell for the rest of my life.”
