Lost in the Moment and Found (Wayward Children, #8)

by Seanan McGuire

FOR THE CHILD I WAS. I WILL SPEND MY ENTIRE LIFE TRYING TO MAKE UP FOR THE FACT THAT WHEN I WAS YOU, I DIDN’T RUN SOON ENOUGH. I’M SORRY.

“You’re a child. If an adult hurt you, that’s on them, not on you. Being bruised doesn’t make you bad, unless you’re a peach, and even a bruised peach is good for making jam.”

This girl was innocent. This girl could go home. She could be safe and comfortable and cared for and unafraid. That mattered. That was something important, something worth taking care of and protecting.