Prologue
"We've found two more sir." McKenzie Freedman reported.
"Their location?"
"Pennsylvania."
"Parents?" The old man wheezed.
"Yes. But they'll be taken care of shortly."
Chapter 1"Autumn, can I come in?" pleaded Taylor. "I want to talk to you."
Clearing away the tears that burned in my eyes, I called out in a shaky voice, "What do you want Taylor?"
Taylor strode through the now open door and sat down on her bed. Living in a foster home we can't all have our own room, so I share mine with Rebecca and Taylor. Mathew's the lucky one. Since he's the only boy he gets his own room, though it's a little small.
Rebecca has dark, wavy hair, like mine, only the color is a dark brown. I love it natural, but she prefers it strait. Both being fifteen, we have a lot in common. Taylor and I both have blonde hair, but Taylor's is stick strait unless she curls it. We both have blue eyes and are often mistaken as sisters. Though she is the youngest in the foster home at age thirteen, she's always the one who helps you feel better.
"What happened with you and Matt?" Seeing I was putting on my innocent 'I don't know what your talking about' look, Taylor added, "I heard you two fighting, so don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about."
One thing you have to know about Taylor is you can't lie to her. She always seems to know when you aren't telling her the truth, so I knew I couldn't lie about what we argued about.
"Nothing much I guess." I sighed, now embarrassed that I was crying. "We were just arguing about who would get the car this weekend. He got it last week so it's my turn to have it. But Miss Summers decided to let him have it so he could go to the movies with some friends."
Matt, with his adorable almond eyes and rich brown hair has been here for almost five months. He's been here a few weeks longer than I have when his parents died and none of his relatives would take custody.
Kelly Summers is our foster parent. She's a blond woman who looks twenty-five, but is actually thirty-eight years old. She looks like someone you would expect to be a celebrity or a movie star, not a foster parent. From what she tells us, she grew up in New York City and although she attended college to become a veterinarian, she decided to be a foster parent. I'm surprised she's still single because she is the nicest person I have ever met.
But sometimes when she looks at me a get a shiver down my spine. It's like she can look right through me and know things I don't even know about myself. But does she know what I can do? Does she know the very thing that I've tried so hard to keep a secret?