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But some foster care parents were amazing. Romeo found his mom in foster care. Rogue was actually his foster uncle. They’d always treated each other like family. I could only imagine how happy Shannon was to have a grandbaby. Almost as happy as Willow would be to see Levi become a mom.

“Kiss, would you like to share?”

I snapped my gaze to the front of the room. I hadn’t realized the woman had finished speaking, I’d been so focused on Ryatt and my thoughts.

Ansel offered an encouraging smile. Oh, no. I didn’t want to speak, but I didn’t want to fuck this up the way I’d fucked up every other treatment I’d tried.

I slowly stood, swallowed the lump in my throat, and tried to squash the cyclone of insecurities swirling inside me.

Inhaling through my nose, I breathed deeply and tried not to cry. “My friends call me Kiss. I’m an addict.” The words had never felt so heavy or meant so much. “I’ve lost everything to heroin except my life.”

I could’ve told them that I’d died once, that I’d overdosed, and that the only person who hadn’t given up on me was as fucked up as I was.

“Today, I’m sober.” I smiled at Ansel. “I’m here because I want to stay sober.”

I sat in the chair, and Ansel called on someone else.

I’d attended my first meeting, shared for the first time, and I might have just met my first NA friends.

At the end of the hour, people hung around to chat.

“Can I give you a hug?” Before I could refuse Janie, she wrapped her arms around me. “I’m so proud of you. You did amazing.” She pulled back and a bloom of warmth flowed through me. “You’re worth recovery, Kiss. If you need anything, just ask.”

I chewed on my lip, afraid to ask her for help. Ansel had told me sobriety took courage. “I need a sponsor.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh my god. I would love to be your sponsor.” She glanced from Georgia to the guys. “We’re sort of a group effort. Take our numbers and give us yours.”

After the meeting, they invited me to go to lunch. “My treat,” Janie said.

“I just need to check in with my boyfriend.”

I send a text to Blue.

Kiss: Met a girl at NA. She invited me to lunch.

His reply was instant.

Blue: Have fun. See you tonight.

We walked up to a pimped-out, baby-blue convertible Porsche 911. Black tinted windows, rear spoiler, and silver pinstriping.

“I’ll get in the back.” Georgia squeezed behind the passenger front seat.

A lime green Ninja and a blue Yamaha pulled alongside the car.

“Jay Swings?” Brad asked.

“Whoever gets there first, grab a booth.” Janie revved her engine.

Ryatt laughed, rolled the throttle, and popped a wheelie on his way out of the parking lot.

Just as I snapped my seatbelt on, Janie gunned the engine, squealed the tires, and roared out of the parking lot. I braced my hands on the dashboard. Oh my god. These girls were crazy.

A laugh bubbled out of Georgia. “Don’t worry. Daddy will buy her a new one if she wrecks it.”

Chapter Twelve

Blue

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