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Thanks to Ritachris01 for the idea of Amanda telling Steve about her past in foster care :)
I had an original story, about a detective called Amber, who found out that the victim in her murder case she was investigating was her biogical father. I changed a few things, and that story is now this story.
PROLOGUE
Cece wasn't like the other girls in the group home.
For a start, Cece was only three years old, and the youngest child there.
She was also wearing dirty clothes and carrying a ragdoll.
Her only possessions.
She was crying because she was scared, and the other girls knew that crying was seen as a sign of weakness.
And the way of survival was never showing any weakness. If you did, then it was used against you.
Cece didn't know that yet.
She would soon learn that her foster sister's would think her crying was attention seeking.
They didn't like when people did that. It was every person for themselves, and nobody liked it when someone was favoured more than them.
Being here was a game. The winner would get a brand new, wonderful life.
The loser's would fall through the crack's and be in "the system" for years. And then, if they were lucky, jail.
Nobody knew on Cece's first day what her fate would be.
Winner or loser.
