“We’re better now too,” I said. “Suki and me.” I took another deep breath. “We’re in foster care. Francine, she’s what they call a foster mother.” Nevaeh’s eyes widened. “Foster care is better than what you had before?” “Yep,” I said. “Wow,” she said. “That’s hard.” She sounded like Francine. “Yep,” I said. “It is.”
