“Girls, you’re not going to be here for long. So don’t get too attached. James is doing his best, but I mean…”
I froze. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“I’m not going to waste the last years of my twenties raising someone else’s kids,” Jenna continued. “A foster family would be much better for you anyway. At least you’ll know how to deal with your… sadness. Now, when the final adoption interview comes around, I want both of you to say you want to leave. Understood?”
There was silence. Then a soft, muffled sound.
“Don’t cry, Maya,” Jenna snapped. “I’m warning you. If you cry again, I’m taking your notebooks away and throwing them in the trash.” You need to grow up before you keep writing your nonsense in them.
“But we don’t want to leave,” Maya whispered. “We want to stay with James. He’s the best brother in the world.”
My stomach churned.
