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

by Seanan McGuire

Somewhere in the time between her father’s collapse and now, she realized, she had lost the belief that her mother would always protect her, and somehow that burned the worst of all.

The shape of what he’d been intending was huge and incomprehensible, veiled behind all the experiences she hadn’t had yet, all the things she hadn’t learned. She only knew that it was terrible and unspeakable, and something she should never have needed to fear in her own home. Something so impossibly wrong that even seeing it clearly might have broken her.

“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.”