All my work, all my care, and they got her anyways! They didn’t take her, but it won’t matter- she’ll go to them when she comes of age, now, if I don’t fix this fast!
She’s still eating, still breathing. They haven’t got her yet.
I have no choice. She’s old enough to be on her own, and mine enough still so as not to let them in.
I have to leave the house. I knew this day would come, when I would need to go forth and find the things she will need to know. I just didn’t think I would ever need to know them.
I have to go to the library.
It may be her only hope.