Chapter 7

I can’t keep thinking about the vial clenched in my hand all the way back to my place, barely aware of the streets I passed.

 

My thoughts spiraled relentlessly around that tiny object—how something so small could have altered the entire course of my life.

 

The realization drowned me in emotions so tangled I couldn’t even begin to name them.

 

I had grown up in a house that constantly reminded me I didn’t belong.