“I grew up in a trailer park,” he says, and oh shit, I don’t even breathe because I want to hear every word he utters. He rarely speaks, so when he does, I hang on every word. “Growing up I saw a lot of drugs, sex…things little kids shouldn’t see.” “Same,” I grumble. “My teacher called CPS when she saw the bruises. That’s when I went to live with my grandma.” I sigh. “Yes, well I’m glad you had her. That you at least had someone to go to. I spent most of my teenage years in foster care.”
