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“Here.” I hand her the articles of clothing, and even though she takes them, I can tell she’s not entirely aware of what’s going on. Her eyes are glazed over, and she’s lost in the abyss of her mind. “Sweetheart, you have to get dressed.” Keeping my words gentle, she stares up at me, her eyes bleak.

What the hell has this girl gone through?

CHAPTER 2

Ellie

I got dressed in a weird haze, unaware of putting on my clothes, but here I am, sitting at the modest dining room table, a cool glass of water between my hands, and I still don’t understand everything that’s happening.

Captain Wolfe speaks with authority to those around him, and I’d be an idiot if I didn’t notice how commanding he is. I’ve never been allowed to date–my dad is incredibly strict–but if I could, I’d date someone like the captain. He appears as if he knows how to treat a woman.

When Jaime arrived, she was sent away. We were supposed to go to the movies. It was the first night in three months that my dad was letting me go out. Now, that’s ruined.

I feel like I’m watching my house being searched through rose-colored glasses because this can’t be my house they’re searching. I overheard one of the officers say that my dad had murdered several women, but they shut up when they realized I was listening.

My dad? A serial killer? Not possible.

Isn’t it, though, Ellie?

Pushing the insidious thought away, I can’t focus on that right now. It’s not possible. He’s not a nice man, but a killer? No way.

I hope.

“Miss Dawson?” A woman in a pencil skirt and blazer approaches, along with two officers, and I shrink back. “I’m Taylor Peters. I’m a social worker for the state.”

I flinch like I’ve been struck. If she’s here, that means there’s no mistake. My dad has really done what they’re accusing him of. The horrible thing is, I’ve been through this before. When my mom died eight years ago, I was in the system for two years before Dad was able to regain custody of me. It was not a pleasant two years.

“I have to leave again.” I can’t help the vibrating fear in my voice. No matter what my dad has done to me over the years, it was never as bad as foster care.

“What do you mean again?” I recoil at Captain Wolfe’s fierce tone as he kneels in front of me. He’s like a warrior–angry and ready to do battle.

“Foster care,” I whisper like it’s a dirty secret. For me, I guess it is.

“I’ve already vetted a family. You’ll like them,” Mrs. Peters explains.

“They’re all the same.” My last three months in the state’s care were horrendous. I still have nightmares, but I don’t really have a choice. “Can I pack some of my own things this time?”

“This time?” the captain repeats, sounding horrified and furious. “What the hell happened last time?” I only shrug because I don’t want to talk about it.

“Will I have to switch schools? I only have a couple of months left.” I aim my question to Mrs. Peters.

“I’ve arranged for a family near the school with a daughter your age to take you until summer.” Her smile is kind. She thinks she’s doing the right thing. “I’ll come upstairs to pack with you.” She offers a hand to lead me away, but Captain Wolfe holds me in place with his hands on my knees.

“Give us a minute,” he tells everyone.

The officers leave. Mrs. Peters doesn’t.

“Now, wait a minute, Captain. You know you can’t question her without an advocate present.”

“I’m not questioning her. Not about anything happening today.”

He wants the dirty details of my past. A past I’d much rather forget than lay bare so it appeases his guilt.

“Ellie? It’s up to you,” she says. It's likely the last decision I’ll get to make for a while.

“It’s fine.” I probably won’t see Captain Wolfe after today, which makes me sad. He’s been kind and hasn’t watched me with the same pity as the other officers.

He waits until we’re alone before cupping my jaw in his strong hand, pulling my attention away from my surroundings. “Tell me about last time.” He sounds desperate.

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