SHE

When I finally accepted the fact that my parents were not going to come back, I was too old for most families, they would come wanting babies, wide eyed toddlers, or very young children. I was preteen, so I watched as one of the kids got picked randomly. I used to pray, make wishes, pray even harder, to get adopted, and it never happened, thinking it would be rainbows and sparkles, nothing would ever go wrong in my life again if I was adopted. I thought I had the most messed up luck, my birth parents didn’t want me, no other family wanted me... I never thought I might be luckier than those who got picked.

I look over at my silent driver, he hadn’t said anything when he came back to the car, he only helped me with my seat belt, his fingers worked gently, and patiently, even when his expression was still very tight with fury. His lips brushed my forehead ever so softly, it was the kiss I knew but different.

He doesn’t say a word to me, and I worry he might have been angry for speakin